Driftwood days

Driftwood days

People and places

With different faces

Some are strangers

Seen for the first time

As shadows play

A game of chance

With an illusion

Of predictability

Old objects

Look askew

In the interplay

Between emotions

Unreconciled

By consideration

Of the outcome

When moods change

Those remembered

Will still remain

But the patterns they make

Will reflect differently

Upon the perception

Of a beholder

In days to come

Though small imperfections

Will be the same

Their impact

Will have changed

And the moment

Of difference

Will never return