Price of Memories

Let the mind sleep
the days long and gruelling
beneath the age old oak tree
shadowed, hidden
a requiem for dreams
those long forgotten past
of silken touch and rose lips
the soft whisper of one’s life
from beyond
the veil of shredded promise
lifelong to be
for better or worse.
Let the mind sleep this once
recall the lost voice, the lost laugh
those few words patched up
against the beaten wall
a face upon it smiles
as flake by flake it falls
those memories, lost.
Maybe one day, maybe one moment
a glimpse of it returns
and that day shall be heaven on Earth.

(This here is somewhere along the lines of 170th poetry I’ve published on this blog since Nov last year. I’ve lost a few, they are in there somewhere in the early day entries… So many poems. Thank you for reading even one! You’ll find older works in lists under the poetry tab.) Goodnight.

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