Paper Time Machines
Handwritten collections composed
or addressed are much more than
just scriptures or thoughts,
Scribbles and notes of scattered
ideas, memoirs of battles
been fought
Paper that's folded and perfectly
creased holding onto the
secrets of many,
A vessel for words one might like
to say whether seldom
and few or of plenty
Reminders of moments we would
like to relive, and of those one
might wish to forget
Stories unfold like scenes of a film,
your imagination to be as
wild as you'll let
A forgotten first love and the way
that you felt, you swore it was
together forever
Whirlwind affairs and stories of
lust and of things that you
swore you would never
Reminiscent hysterics of yesterdays
gone, evoking the same
fits of laughter
An echo of sorts to a time we
once were, a replication of
happily ever after
Pages with faded crayons and
smiles, a few misspelled
words never mattered
A mother's reunion any time feels
lonely, now that her small
family is scattered
Timeless encounters of those who
have passed, each letter can
bring them to life
Bring a grown man to tears while he
falls to his knees as he reads
the last words of his wife
One man's hello and another's
goodbye, a dear Jon that
still holds it's pain
Each stain like a scar, each stain
a reminder catching tears as
though they were rain
Cherish each note, letter and
card each one is a key
that unlocks
A timeline of sorts, a preservation
of life, paper time machines
kept in a box
