It was a song playing on the radio, a track from my youth.
It recalled another time and place; a distant memory.
But more than that, more than form and colour, more than sight and smell;
something beyond the five senses, almost tangible, but not quite there.
Like an ancient beast inexplicably rising from the carbon depths of time;
almost in sight, but unable to touch the surface of my consciousness.
Eluding me once again.
It recalled another time and place; a distant memory.
But more than that, more than form and colour, more than sight and smell;
something beyond the five senses, almost tangible, but not quite there.
Like an ancient beast inexplicably rising from the carbon depths of time;
almost in sight, but unable to touch the surface of my consciousness.
Eluding me once again.
By Alan Dickie
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