Distortions

My memories are inaccurate,

Often arousing me to weep…

Old friends aren’t who I remember,

Their scars and wrinkles deep.

I stand now on a quake fault,

A sinking ship without a hope;

Watching the drifting life raft…

My hands failed to grasp the rope.

What brilliant stars we once were,

I thought we ruled the universe;

Waking now as exploding nova’s,

The “Time continuum”, our curse.   

One by one, friend’s lights go dark

No longer the lords of their land…

I dispatched the needed lifeboat;

Again the rope slipped through my hand.