Day upon days
melt into years
lessons from living
now passed
What would we give
to know how today
would become
from the echoes
of love
Now is the moment
lighting the rest
of our lives
Hours are dreams
to color our days
with memories made
in reflections
of earthly
delight
Image: “Fortune Cookie” by gfs
grandfathersky 
Memory and scars – they share a trait with time – they all possess the power to remind us that our past is real, and never really past at all. ❤
Moments are all we keep, we call them past yet they are as close as thought
For some reason, I connect this poem with your other post on the paradox of consciousness.
The thinking usually overlaps between my poetry and commentary … thanks for sharing your thoughts!
Your writings are very thought-provoking!
Thank you for sharing your thoughts. It is meant to stir the soul 🙏