Time Traveller

He travels through time without me
loses me as he wanders in decades past
or generations yet to come

I can’t follow him there
see what he smells
paint the views
blank canvases remain untouched

yet touch can bring him back to me
sometimes I hold his hand and hope
and if I’m blessed with success
I pierce the heavens he travels

strains of Moody Blues set his feet to dance
his arms envelop me in yesterday
weave us together in strands of memory
randomly plucked from a mind that wanders

he sails without me now
is not lonely as I who left behind
wander through the world bereft
wondering when he’ll pause again

come back to me just one more time
not to dance assunder but be with me
hold my hand and in my eyes
see love reflected and love recall

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