Running down the memory lane

If I run along the length of time,
These mists of memory barring your image,
Can I drench myself in these hues of the haze?
Will I bask in the warmth of your breath?

And when I come to that corner yonder
where the road bends around a nook of desire
Is it you that I will see?

or is it my image?
half-hidden among those
many-coloured bubbles of whims,
secrets and slient spaces?

If I run along the length of time
Will I reach your memories?
Or would the long winding road
lead to nowhere?