Lost in the fog
of childhood memories,
the present seems
to fade too black...
and in the darkness,
Kodachrome shadows
dance across of the past.
But, alas, thru the fog
I see glimpses only-
kaleidoscopic fragments
falling into patterns.
Tattered rags of
childhood dreams
dancing in my mind,
I try to shape the jigsaw puzzle
into something I can recognize.
Funny, how images
of childhood lose their razor edge
when viewed through ancient eyes.