Scent Of Lilacs, Clover And Rain

It's of memories and time travel

Think of the scent of Cinnamon

Close your eyes and be transported

Back in time…

Your Mom with a trace

Of flour on her face

Sprinkles of tiny wrinkles that  resemble  

Those… now on mine

Think of the scent of fresh brewed coffee

Think of the chipped cup 

In your mom’s chapped hands…

The sizzle of bacon

That has gently taken

You back to the those long lost lands

Allow no word to be spoken

Lest the spell be broken

This transport cross

The fabric of time

 

Just relax and enjoy it

Allow the mind to employ it

That mysterious mechanism…

That time refracting prism…

That time travel machine

…That resides in your mind…

Author's Note

There are no Ewoks in this poem!