The Tommy Page

we see the past as we must see the past

we see the future as we must see the future

the pasture of time

lies opaque like soft cloud 

before

                              after

truth defined by our deepest recall:

circular in motion, time catches itself 

like a wicked or angelic 

beast by it's motioning wriggling tail

to left, to right

pasture of memory holds truth:

selective

perspective

what was painful for one was joy for the other

what was humor for one was opression for the other

how truth dissolves like sugar in water

to a sprinkling glistening place

and then fading to dull, 

then gone, simply gone

it is but a place, a thing, a vision

of what used to be

still is - in the head

the foggy field, the pasture

of yesterday

is the bright glimmer of

tommorrow

we move forth

we move back

we connect with the past

for the future catches up -

like it or not

one's recall

is another's faded memory

of what should have could have been

the past, the future

connects at a point

there is no escape from this pasture called time

guilt need not be, for it has been done

it resides in the heart, that forgiven place

the deeds we did were those that were

the deeds have drifted off like sand into a wave,

the past that was, that forever was 

is now forever, forget it was

we have survived, this that was

rewrite history

and be a hero

for progress to the past is the cure for tommorrow

the circle is drawn

the future is past

the past is future 

only tommorrow's love makes the past drift

away...