This feeling so familiar;
Rain on streets outside, and
Leaves shivering to the symphony
Of cold, heartless drops from the sky.
Much closer, the beating slows
As my mind wonders far and away,
Into the same place it likes to go -
So far, yet nowhere near, and yes, I'm home still.
Movement comes easy with
The overture that plays
As fingers drum casually on the tabletop
To the same jazzy tune.
All so familiar, all too soon,
I retrieve my memories of a future from the past,
Taken into truth by hope and dreams,
And tossed into my imaginary tomorrow.