The Experience Of The Past Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

The expeirence of the past
Kept pushing the leaf beyond the gaze
What is important in history?
A past memory of a haunting.
A recorded cry of tragedy.
There was a cry from the grave.
The experience of the past,
Lying out for all to see.
Kept pushing the leaf beyond the gaze.
What glory it seeks in outer limits,
Though only hidden treasures are found

I was a leaf looking out where my past went
Leading the way, with the forest in my stance.
Jumping from life to life through time
Until I found where I truly belong.
Wuthering winds of the North.
Piercing the silent scream of trees.
Where does it come from?
What yearns to be heard?
Where are they?
Where am I?

Echoes of memories remerging into fragmented pieces, reconstructing yesterday.
Where is our future?
Where are my feet on the ground - sinking below the roots amid barren blisters on earth's scalding surface.
His touch leaving me clinging, praying for acceptance.
Tears marrying where they drop - salt below my feet - thirsty for recognition.
Where did I go?
I was a leaf looking out where my past went
Leading the way, with the forest in my stance.
Jumping from life to life through time
Until I found where I truly belong.
Past, present and future was all in one place.