Reaching into the quiet distance,

So nearby when on mind,

Fingertips a silent trace

To recognize lives a past now.

Seems queer to be so alive

In the mind, in questions

Answered time ago,

No longer a reality.

It waits for me for a day

That will not come again beyond

The spiritual reminder,

The past is always at hand.

It’s the present day now,

The soundless band

Has found a home on a crystal,

Always a reminder, a simpler time.