Moving forward for the day that is Advancing backward for the day that was Yet still is Is there a difference between past memories And future ones? Surely not. But as the clock moves one step closer in its chase Our moments linger fresh in my everything Her smell, her face, her voice In my nose, in my eyes, in my ears In my heart - which is all of me Ten minute old history floods back to the present Caught between the simplicity and the complexity Of time well spent Paths playing out All in a drive that I wish I was not making Enslaved to the dawn And morning's doors; The doors that all too quickly will be here Opening and calling us to put Reality behind our dreams