Past and Present

I just can't keep up with these times.
My life belongs in the black and white,
The sepia tone and water-stained pictures I never knew.

That was never my time, as far as decades are concerned,
But a part of me was born in that promise,
Captured in a moment where I cannot return.

It's my only desire,
To meet a world I would have never known
In centuries and summers long forgotten.

The cameo I wear around my neck is a blissful memory,
A memento of the vintage times I never knew,
A reminder of the past that still remains.

Antique perfume bottles line my window,
Splitting the pane a million-fold,
Glinting like a frozen seascape.

My rustic clock has be wound too many times,
The resonating, gentle tick that echoes,
A simplistic moment of time.

Speaking in these times is difficult,
My lungs filling with the decaying air
And hurtful words that stain like coffee.

I prefer tea, myself.
A delicate sip of Earl Grey with a flourish of cream,
A lace of honey.

I wish my world was a place of lace,
One of heavy, beautiful keys and birdcages,
One of pearl and burlap.

I always wondered how the grandfather clock worked,
With it's complex rigs and gears,
Grinding far into the night, outliving me.

If I could paint, I would smudge the lines,
Blur everything,
So that only I could understand the outlines.

If heaven is a real place, take me there.
As true as a moment cut from the summer,
A moonlight walk in 1920's Paris.

Crossing my fingers is difficult,
Making the twists every time
I venture to lie.

I would be better honest, in truth,
But the truth is too hard to come by
And in its entirety can never be completely pure.

In the moment, I am a huntress,
A sophisticated lady of the Victorian era,
Draped from head to toe in cream and lilac.

I'm brave an confident,
An outspoken soul,
Now, for to find myself.

There's a promise out there,
A moment of love,
The kiss of the past.