Orbiting Memories

 

Does time go round and round?

Or exist like stars,

A moment, a single breath,

Existing like a point of brilliance

In the vast darkness

Of space and the universe?

Are memories,

Yours and mine,

Like comets that shoot

Through the confusion

Of the void

To those dreamy stars

Where time stands still,

And there we’re taking that same

Intake of breath again and again

That, in reality, we took only once before

So many years ago?

Do the darker moments

Of our lives

The tears, the heartbreak,

The downs, the misery

Exist as black holes,

Which, if returned to,

Leave us trapped and

Suspended

In a single spark of doom

Until, by some miracle,

We see a speck of light

From the brighter stars

Of happier days

And float towards them

In a cloudy daze

Through the void?

Where there is no gravity,

Where there is no present,

Where nothing was,

Where nothing will be…

Is that where it all rests?

Is that where time

Resides?

~Diksha