Reflections...

Words once written
On paper browned with time,
A mirror to the soul ...
A tireless spirit ...
Echoing a past forgotten,
Hidden deep within ...

A door closed, now opened
An overflowing dam of thoughts, of feelings ...
Words, phrases
A living entity ...
Proof of one's existence,
In a world of unexplained mysteries ...

February 15, 1995
1:20 a.m.