Stepping back ward
In the world of memory
Here no hand can be touched
No cheek can be kissed
No joy can be relived
No pain can be shared
Those walking, talking, laughing faces
Sparkling eyes and tear stained cheeks
Wrapped in a shadowy curtain of time
I wander among them
Invisible
I suppose that your poem is a poetic reaction to the book ''The Visual World in Memory'' by James R. Brockmole.Excellent written poem.
Thank you very much for reading and commenting on the poem. Your comment captures the essence of the thought that made me use the word 'Invisible'.
mind is that invisible, because philosophy tells pure mind is the lord of universe! Good thought provoking, fits to any level, Thank you dear!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In memories we all of them but they can.t see us. A lovely thought in a nice poem...........10