Nostalgia: down memory lane

Today I felt like going through some of my old pieces, see what lay there buried in the deep dark and forgotten dusty memories, and I happened upon a poem I wrote 3-4 years ago. It had been one of my favorites back then, and reading over it today, it’s become a favorite again. 
I thought I’d share it with you. Some of you may have read it years ago, but for others, it’s a buried treasure I thought I’d share, this rear day I feel like celebrating some of my pieces, starting with this humble piece, ‘Poem, Yours’.
My love of writing was what inspired it, and I hope somewhere, your own passions starts talking g to you as you read it. 
I give you….
Poem, Yours

Your voice speaks

With written words

Off tea-coloured pages
Visions, images –splashed

With characters

In spreading black ink
Your quill turns

With the slightest whiff

That the scribes are true
Freshness of verse engulfs

And dawn-colour steals across

The neon-blue heavens
Like a lover, your laughter floats out

Through the fibrous tangles

Reaching my longing ears
And I hear…
The paragraph that holds life

Sprinkled here and there

The words of love
You are the very poem

You compose in the twilight

You are my favourite creation.
And I read…
The words, the

Feeling behind the piece…

I read you.

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