time ethereal

there are these moments,
i find,
like this one shared,
where time bends back
upon itself,
in my mind,

like a dream
i had last night,
attempting to construct
one of our buildings
upon a dimensional portal,

where the subtle shifts
of reality
begin to stack
into whole alternate realities,

making it hard
to decide
which now
this is.

the crazy of my mind
swims similarly,
reaching for what nots
and might have beens,

the same way
others might access
what they perceive
as actual memories.

when it comes to you,
not so much
alternate dimensions,

as memories
of what was,
as well as
what could have been,

and not with sadness,

but gratitude complete
for the many lifetimes
i can feel
in your smile,

the ease and joy
experienced
the moment
you enter,

and the full experience
of love
whenever i am
in your eyes,

allowing this dreamer
to dream,

alternate moments
carving themselves
into the ethereal
of time,

hand-held memories
of what is,
what was,
and what will
most likely be

but a moment
from now,

lifetimes
within
and upon
lifetimes.

Àṣẹ.

sk

~ PoetSK™