recalling childhood memories,
when all the world was new,
enjoying smells that once pleased
now, as if on cue

there are roses in the summertime
beside a mountain lake
where suddenly I find my mind
beginning to awake

in a temporal vortex
spinning in between
what has been and what is next,
waking from a dream

while in the summer moving
back and forth through time
smell of flowers proving
it's all in my mind

memories of yesterdays
dreams of what's to come
in the now's forever haze -
all becoming one ..