Turning back the pages of time
All faded and brittle-
I chanced upon some quaint fancy of mine
A rhyme- written when I was quite little;
...
Lost in the waves of time,
I watch the wild sea surge back & forth,
Bruising this very being of mine,
Against the craggy rocks;
...
The sun rises once again,
But for me- a new morn is all in vain;
Grim shadows cast in the night,
Seem to lead me to the light.
...
If words could convey my feelings..
Life would be so simple;
No torment and pain, and ease of decision!
But the heart knows no such dealings...
...
I recall the wondrous days spent in the cool woods,
Where I'd love to return, If only I could;
The breeze gently scented with a tinge of fresh pine,
Scampering, innocent squirrals,
...
I wish I could send you a rainbow,
A myriad colours depicting the soft hues
Abiding within my soul;
...
Sitting and gazing vacantly,
Through the window in my room,
A chilled air envelops me;
I suddenly smell the musty heaviness
...
Life's an illusion,
The bygone years only numbers
Stamped somewhere
In the eternal whirlpool of space;
...
I'm walking down
The land of the deep blue-green hills,
With winding ribbon roads, that never end;
Mighty rivers and gentle streams,
...
Secret Diary
Turning back the pages of time
All faded and brittle-
I chanced upon some quaint fancy of mine
A rhyme- written when I was quite little;
A wondrous portrait of the world was drawn,
Laden heavy with the songs of spring,
And a million ruby sunsets and hopes of dawn.
I sighed, turned over the last fragments
Of those precious years,
Of an age so quickly faded;
Only to spot a smudged page, still stained with tears.
It spoke of untold anguish, a burdened heart
And an unfulfilled wish;
Of a prayer for a content tomorrow
And a secret desire;
But- In this lonely walk of life
I now face only sorrow,
And watch my hopes to cinder burn -
Set ablaze by very own heart's fire.