Particles of memories
revolve in my head
floating
scratched by popular
top 40 songs
of short summers past
Resolving
wishful frowns change
happy thoughts evolving
from hopes of warm return
Barefoot treks within the wood
to visit the fort
we built long ago
The names and tags we
carved into trees
happy laughter years gone
now echoed by the wind
Lonely walks along the beach
the lake
my only companion
frosty cool waves lap at my toes
washing away depression
Castles made from sparkling sand
left to dry in the sun
drifting
bit by bit
before being smashed by a small foot
Laughter bouncing over pounding waves
giggling
gurgling splashing screams
amid body-surfing days
Quiet beach lying and sand-dune conversation
hot sun dwindling
on a purple and orange horizon...
With summer’s demise
part of me leaves
a small bit of soul
behind on the beach
Within the small lake cottage
a ghost of me haunts
fading empty rooms left
Left alone
as winter days drift...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem