Reliving Memories (ii)

POEM 27: RELIVING MEMORIES (II)

As I traveled on past's path

debris of memories litter the ground

flooding my heart with smiles smiled

and cries cried

and friends had

flash by like lightening in a night sky,

exposing grey clouds sneaking by.

And I remembered...

Precious memories

how they linger in my soul.

I peeked into the past to say goodnight,

to memories I left behind.

Then I heard my a voice in a corner

It said,

"...and for my darling damsel,

scarlet ribbons for her hair."

I fine tuned my receptors

I recognized the voice.

Mine

I peeked in through the window blind

I saw the boy on his knees,

with closed eyes

He's me.

And I remembered...

Precious memories

how they linger in my soul.

All the prayers gone unanswered

captured by time's timely shutters.

Though last night was dark and bare.

All the wishes wished by bedtime

recorded by the walls ever listening ears

slowly slowly played back again.

And I remembered...

Precious memories

how they linger in my soul.

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