I had a sense of the past 

of looking into blurred mirrors   
             
        past memories that filtered thru opaque walls of the future
 
cracks of linkage between a gift of the present 

and the mystery of tomorrow

silky laughter and deep hearted joy 

forgotten pains and cluttered sorrow
 
Beautiful roses with thorns of remembrance

                  dreams in the day that never realised
 
visions of the past silently beckoning
                    
              Hope for the future 
                    
                      Prayers for the past
 
 
I had a sense of the past

of thorn hearts and chilly smiles
 
hurts that run deep
                    and no hope of solutions
 
People in bondages of history

locked in their committment to the old
 
                  of bittersweet love 

                               of visions tarried

                                       and aims lost
 
but also renewed sources of inspiration

I had a sense of the past 

I had a sense of  'Deja Vu'