What might you be?

A dream? An idea? An object?

Or perhaps another soul wandering

In this ever-turning world

Abstract? Alive?

Whatever form you may assume,

You will always be the face of

My desires and hopes.

I know one thing for certain;

I can’t find you here

Not in this time and place

In this decade when? Where?

People want things done instantly;

Where life is too fast paced, leaving no room to breathe

A time where all I see are screens;

Screens which rob my time and limit my view

Maybe, just maybe you were always

There, but impossible to reach.

My wish is to turn time back a bit.

When Saturday morning TV still mattered to kids.

When radios and CDs held all of the music

When computers were fat and awfully slow

A time when it was easier to imagine

And harder to develop photographs.

Could I have found “you” there?

Would you have sent me a sweet gracious smile, or sewn me a message

Of little black pixels?

How did such thoughts seep into my brain causing my unrest?

Nostalgia? Love?

Not a glass of warm, bubbly milk or

The starless purple sky can cure me of my longing

If I can’t travel to yesterday, if I can’t find you today…

There is always tomorrow, there you might be.