Images are short pictures flashing on the brain,
Memories of your past life reappearing again.You
See the faces of loved ones, family and friends.,
The number you have lost,it’s a line that never ends.

There are images of great love, sadness as well.
Where your subconscious will take you,
You can never fore-tell.

You revisit so many trips, you have travelled a lot,
The islands of Greece, Hawaii,what a beautiful spot.
The fjords of Norway and Italy we loved best,
My mind never seems to want to rest.

Most of my images are connected with sound
Music always surrounds me I have found.
The images make my lonesome days
Bearable and livable.

©Gerta Freeman - May 19, 2012