I feel an overwhelming sense

of something missing,

a loss of sense -

perhaps a memory long gone.

A sense, once shared

accross the generations,

by those who went before

- and maybe -

by those who follow on.

A sense that lets

the spoken word fall silent,

while shared thoughts can pass

through time and space,

revealing secret leyland traces,

revealing hidden sacred places,

where silent , padding, ancient feet

seek out a way - to meet and greet

                                their children's children.