Cloaked Memories And Dreaming Poem by poppy miller

Cloaked Memories and Dreaming.

The verdure is rich - full green of summer
Awash with clustered berries of the ash.
Long belts of bracken carpet the moor
And with purple glory of the heather
Comes the burst of golden gorse to clash.

Breezes stir gently in the glen,
Swaying with undulation the fern and grass
That cluster tight together in rocky crevices.
Those gentle zephyrs that caress the skin,
Collecting thoughts and feelings as they pass.

The soft air breaths a solitude of content,
Only the music of the water breaks
The stillness with its note of past sadness
Fascination of its melody lures joy of the present
And of memories past, it awakes.

Memories of other scenes, in other lands
Of hillsides thick with olives gleaming.
Mossy undergrowths and the pungent smell of violets
And grove on grove of sun steeped vineyards,
The golden orb through rich-hued pageantry streaming.

Cities of the tumbling hills dug into living rock
Still grip, unchanged, e'en before the legions came fast.
And in temples of strange worship alters now have put on age
Wearing their years like a blanket, in accord with the past

But to some of these wanderings - I Never Came.

Ah memory and the dreaming thereof, sleep but slightly.
Playing tricks on the mind. And in my wanderings, I add
And I omit.
Omitting the rain, the gales and the nakedness of winter.
I remember such things as love being more wonderful
Or more sadder than it actually was.

I come back, no wiser than I went.

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5/2/2016