It was true, it was real, it was a long time ago.
A lifetime, it seems. Or more.
I can recall
moments with no particular significance,
some sour, some sweet.
But I can’t call them memories.
I can’t feel their impact, just a gentle tickle around my soul.
They don’t feel real, they don’t feel true.
More like a fairy tale
told centuries ago.
Spirit of Tara 