Can you hear them? Listen, listen Echoing the day to day Ringing hours through the ages Calm from centuries away

Snoring kittens in the corner Wind that stirs the dancing flame Raindrops pooling by the doorstep Voices lifting, songs proclaimed

Can you feel them? Hold your hands out Reaching fore and back in time Memories are strong imprinted Wrapping fast like flowering vines

Dough pressed strongly 'gainst the counter Fingers warmed on mugs of tea Fog that clings to you like cobwebs Diving deep into the sea

Can you see them, faintly glimmer? Joy from generations past Sparking the familiar feelings Pictures aged, but colorfast

Snowflakes lifting on the windgusts Sunrise cresting pale and blue Flowerbuds that dot the hill sides Threaded stitches holding true

Moonlight shining, heavy drumbeats, Blushing skin and love to hold Cresting hills that lead you homeward Teaching skill to young from old

Moments fleeting, from tradition Tethered between then and now Mother's mirror, father's fable Branches grow as roots allow

As you walk through time's advancing, Feeling you've been here before Ripple through the lives behind you Nostalgia through the eon's yore