The Tide of Memories

Immersed in my sea of memory,
Stirred by the boundless senses’ power,
Into wormholes the candle scent takes me,
As sounds of the music clear the vision’s blur.

The world may be so different now,
Yet the vessel of an old familiarity..
Covers me in a way I can describe not how.
Does it pull back, or does it set me free?

For the sorrows I bear from the day,
Come weary enough to accept any solace,
Thus, the time warps provide a way,
To leave from here into another place..

Albeit ‘another place’ were once the sorrows;
The tide of memories: ’tis just how it flows.