The haze of the sun, the shadow of the moon,
my thoughts begin to drift away with some long remembered tune. The beat begins to pound away through the fog that fills my mind,
bring back old memories now etched and scarred with time.
Visions growing clearer with each pulsing steady beat,
take me back to wonder through a timeless summer heat.
The back roads to the river, the dust that clouds my view.
Mixing with the flowing sweat to make a muddy hue.
Standing near the rivers edge, so gentle and so cool.
My eyes race out before me to spy that crystal pool.
I swim across to climb the hill, soft mud between my toes.
I grab the rope and take a leap just to swing out and let go.
Plunging down so swiftly, scarce time to take a breath.
The water splashes round me to cool and to refresh.
Hardly days of innocence, but yet they stir my soul, fond memories awakened by a dose of rock n roll.
The music softly fading reminds me some how, that memories of the future are made right in the now.
I can live each moment making memories of today, or mourn the time I've lost as I let it slip away. I have just this moment this single space in time, to make the best or worst of things, but the choice it is all mine.

Darrell Alan Logan 2001