Blue Memory Poem by Barry Middleton

It fills my mind at evening time,
for I cannot forget
the foggy past where all is mute,
the mist of old regret.

The faces of the ones I loved
grow dim in memory.
We're made this way to punish loss,
or so it seems to me.

For every face there is a place,
where I did love or dance,
where meadows or forgotten woods
beguiled me with their trance.

And there was then a sleepy town,
with children quite secure.
And friends were treasures to protect,
beyond a dream's allure.

Now time has passed, the days are lost,
there are no remedies,
for dreams that haunt the midnight mind,
and faded memories.