Cauldron of Images

I feel her touch

Her scent fills my senses

But is it the same

 

My footsteps from the past

Are covered by shifting sand

I can only return

In my mind's eye

 

Which stirs a cauldron

Of blurred images

Leaving me in a state

Of uncertain thought

Old Sneakers

Been there

Once upon a time

These old sneakers

Stepping for many miles

Dirt from a thousand places

Embedded in the soles
 I wonder aloud
How miles that are left
In those well worn
Pair of shoes
Which speeds up my pace
To finish what I can