In A Medium Outside Our Time Poem by Egal Bohen

I have seen
In quiet corners
Of long forgotten
Empty rooms

Faded memories
Of childhood
Warmth and laughter
In a winters afternoon

I have seen on evening walks
In summers honeysuckled lanes
Those who walked before
Beside us
Gone
Yet leaving
Images
Remembered
Loved ones
Names

I have seen pass
Right beside me
Through
The iron painted gates
That guard the park
The trees and branches
Where I once played,
My old school mates

Within my mind
Their distant voices
Through mists
Of time
Call out again
Who was it
Shouted: 'See you later'?
Was it “Ginger”
In the rain

Running swiftly
Home
Late
To explain

His voice
Still lingers
Ever timeless
Echoing
Around my brain

Strange not
The leaves
Fall
From the branches
Of the trees
Within the park

Strange not
My hair
From Time
It's marches
Is now rendered
White
As snow

Stranger though
Those memories
Within us
Grow not old
As old
We grow

For they are data
Now recorded
In a medium
Outside
Our Time

By age
Completely
Disregarded
Trapped
Preserved
To wait
Untarnished

To be played
When they are needed
Memories
Of yours and mine