A poem about the timelessness of memories and how they are formed.

Ebb and Flow

At the crack of dawn,

When the Sun spreads its warmth,

Like it’s been doing forever,

We wait for a signal of hope.

The air we breathe,

The rivers flowing into the sea,

Do they know what we know?

That a moment had passed

As the waves of time crash on us,

The whooshing of our thoughts,

One colliding against another,

Rekindling a desire to rise high.

Time and tide wait for none,

Even though it’s all in your mind,

Life happens during ebb and flow of time

Strange as it may seem, we invented time

Were we afraid that we won’t remember,

Our past and the suffering and the joys,

Is that why we want to keep a record?

Perhaps this is how memories are formed.