Time Passages Poem by Paul Reed

"It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow
Night like a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go
Drifting into time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight"

From ‘Time Passages' by Al Stewart,1978.


There are winding corridors in your mind
In the falling darkness, buried and lost
There are paths we can never re-find
Through time's deep oceans tossed;

I can feel them, but cannot clearly see
They are somewhere, but nowhere as well
And as the days continue to flee
Their age begins to tell;

Some seem older than time itself
Tucked away between crumbling beams
They mount up like tins on a shelf
A hazy store of discarded dreams.