Time is a sieve
It sifts out memories
Leaving those that matter
Shaking clean
Always moving on
It finds us wishing
Wanting to freeze a moment
To make it last forever
But time is a thief
It cuts and pastes memory
To find a theme
A pattern for experience
That has limited space
No time for going back
Except in sharing
Putting parts back in place
Coming back together
The nostalgia of yesterday
Framed by the journey
Paused for effect
Seen in myriad ways
Through the lens of time
And a subtle perspective
That connects us all.
Sam's Online Journal 