Melody Of Memories Poem by Sylvia Thomas

Remember,

how we used to go to that lake?
The one that was so crystal clear,
that you could count every fish inside?
The one whose surface was like a silver sheet,
reflecting the joy of the silver sunlight?
And you could swear,
you saw little rainbows inside?

Remember

how that lake
used to hold your dreams, your aspirations,
your purity and
you?
how you would sing beside that lake
and talk to the fishes inside?
how you would smile and just sit there,
letting your imagination run free,
like a phoenix whose fiery tail
sent its flame of life all over the earth?

Yet time is cruel,
stopping for no man,
leaving no space for you to
catch your
breath

Now here you are,
looking at that lake again.
You've forgotten how to

sing, and you've lost the passion of

purity, and you've stopped knowing how to

laugh, and you don't remember your

dreams.

The flame of the phoenix,
that was once so great,
it was the energy of the sun,
is now dried up, wilted,
dead.

you look at that lake now.
And you forget its clarity,
because you only see the murkiness in front of you,
And you forget the sun's reflection,
because you only see your own.

And those dreams of flying into the sky,
and setting your spirit free,
letting your imagination run free,
like those wild horses in the field.
What happened to the songs you once sang?
The one filled with joy and the purity of someone
who remained pure.
Where is your life?
The wind stopped blowing in your heart,
and there is only
silence.

The flame that was once dancing,
among the stars and the sun,
disappeared along with the

crystal clear lake you once

remembered.