Time Traveler Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

Time Traveler



This is the not the present but the past
I am flying through time
Considering the beginning of reactions,
And the end of actions, the merge and disperse of atoms
I gaze upon Hawking, Kaku, Greene, and Morris working on their secret theories, they are close to a new discovery I sense, their blended knowledge is immense, thus
I journey on
This maze ah it’s deep and swirls like a drain
My being is ripped apart and put together again
Somewhere else, somewhere unknown to me

Ah, I recognize it now,
It is, the life that I live in my dreams
My other life, I have crossed over
I see the house two stories, and that window
Of which, I always peer out of in my dreams
Now I see my other self and my room, which is hers
It is the same as any other room, yet nicer
I have a conversation with myself within her dream
She lives my life I live hers but only in thoughts
She dreamed me here
I dreamed her there
We travel in this way
From here to there and there to here
She shared her secrets and I shared mine
We exchanged knowledge of our worlds
It’s always the same dream of doom
When she tries to warn me of her mistakes
So that I do not do them too
A time traveler within present time
Bending Strings that easily unwind
This is power this is grace
Taking a journey through God’s great space
Time to go back and wake from dreams
What a cosmos to behold in one wish the truth is told
Bend, Shape, Conform them all into a single ball

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Cynthia Yildirim

Cynthia Yildirim

Florence, Alabama U.S.A
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