Flashes of another time, 
Flashes of another life. 



I see people moving, 
but when I look no one is around. 
I hear people talking, 
but when I listen there is no sound. 



There is a parallel world. 
People are living their life 
wondering about our world. 



Once in a while, there is a gap. 
I see a faint glimmer of them. 
They see a faint glimmer of me. 
And we smile.




© Cristy O'Mallery