In another space,
another time,
we would be different,
you and I,
but not every dream
is remembered
upon waking.
Forgetting is a merciful act.
Amnesia a blessing.
We don’t know
what we’re missing
when the sun chases the moon.
Time goes by,
but sometimes,
I wish to God that it did not.
Freezing a moment in time,
if only to let it suffuse
into our being
and be in it for eternity.
We are not for memories.
Those little re-runs in our heads
are less than that which makes us.
The pictures,
the sounds,
the smells,
emotions,
are not enough to sustain us.
We are creatures
of waking flesh
and we feed
upon these moments.
We starve in the dream,
that’s why
sometimes we eat them.
There might have been a time,
a place,
a singularity
of existence
where we shared the same dreamscape,
breathed the same atmosphere,
but this world moves on
in a wild orbit,
through a universe
expanding into the unknown,
and us with it.
We cannot survive
on memories,
for even our dreams
escape us.
Now,
in the present moment,
we must feed
on a future
that sustains us.
HG – 2021