A Walk Thru Memory Lane Poem by Villie Beebs

Such a scary walk thru memory lane
The trees are dying, the willows all whining, and the moon's light is not as bright
The owls screech and hoo hoo with fright
And the ravens flock into the fantasy of night
Images haunting with sick detail
My skin goes from rosy to a chalky pale
Shadows dance in a ballroom stance
As all the insects crawl and prance
Spiders weaving webs, all over they are spun
The fear sets in for what is about to be done
Laughing, Laughing in the distance they are maddening
This walk thru my head is spinning yet gravitating
Pictures lifting up changing colors as they float
Nostalgic emotions begin to constrict my throat
As It's getting harder to breathe in all this mystic smoke
I get closer and closer to all the paths I took

I visit the graveyard of my love's past
Like a fish out of water, Frozen from fate's lovespells cast
Forgotten and yet remembered for all gained and lost
Now so tired from the heartache and the exhaust
Here lies my first love, born in highschool times
Such new experiences well learned and tried
If I could turn back the clocks I would not rewind
So innocent I was from what true love defined
I was like a actor, acting like a mime
Matching the moves, each move for a blow
All the way to the part where I couldn't let go
I was just a conquest that needed to be overthrown
His time to rule was over, as he was going for the gold
Only wanting more than I could give to him to hold.

And here lies my second, and that was about how long it lasted
The relationship that is, and that was all that was vested
So charming was he, such poetry he would speak
Our bodies and minds moved like rain
Fierce yet cold and yet the passion was craved
Through the wild storm, we drowned in the waves
Attraction that was, and than the fire went out
I thought that there was more to love than this was about

Looking on, I see so many graves in tact, all the pictures are torn and worn and cracked
All the skies have turned to black, Without a cloud in the sky
I lay the flowers on the stones blowing kissses as I go by
Movie reels and records hissing to the old fashioned tune
In the night's midnight mist, all the tiger lilies bloom
I blink in a moment, I awake in my room
Still holding the flowers in my hand
With pictures spread about across my marble nightstand
And in the far, far distance, the sounds speaks quick disdain
Of a walk down the path's of memory lane
Calling me, taunting me, to come back
To close my eyes until light fades to black
I say but at last, at last, you were buried long ago
I was just cleaning out the attic, just making more space.