here and there...

time was never mine to keep.

but long was the night, so they say.

when grasping at fleeting wisps, 

in remembrance of memories old; 

i awaken from a slumber deep.

i'd gladly tell what i've seen;
of visions beyond dreams 'n mæres.
but tongue-tied, 'tis eyes that speak;

questioning where i've been.

"here". you whisper.