The shades of dark
Run along, besides
The shades of light.
Both together in a frame,
Stand in striking contrast,
Like day and night.

Silent dabs of color,
On a virgin canvas,
Speak of forgotten time,
And a past that was.
Scattered memories rush,
And flood my turbulent mind.
I live again, once more,
Days that I had left behind.

Time remains still, within,
Captured and tied down.
I am lost inside too,
In a myriad of confusion.

© teshnair™