In the middle of a cold night
Forced up by a spine chilling mare
Breathless and shivering.
I needed to calm my nerves
I reminded myself twas just a dream
It didn’t seem to help
But at least my pulse held.
I searched my memory box
For events sweet and rousing
I indulged myself,
Sifting through them.
They must have felt good at the time
They’re trite and insipid
Makes you realise the past is really of no value.
And what will always matter
Is the present
And what we choose to do in the now.
So don’t hold back
Relish the present and the events
Insert your being and soul into it
It won’t really matter anymore.