Come Back The Days Of Childhood Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Come back the days of childhood; my eyes made then pictures when they were shut
I see back my sandy unpaved streets,  an old stone structure on a thorny hill, mysterious and fair,
A willow sobbing its branches down a stream and a tattered donkey shelter hut,
And the children with me all joyfully playing bare feet on summer sands there.
The dreams I had as a child; as my head resting on my beloved pillow!
Always remind me the aches of that beautiful green willow!


Whilom you may come to these days of morning mist
Where you find the child who with stately brow
The dew impearled breezes of dawn had kissed
Before the commotion of small village start to flow
Adore the summer nights behold how they star
The village streets and two floors houses in light so rare


Come stay with me in long winter nights; shadows dance upon the wall,
The rain had ceased; by the still dancing fire-flames made;
And then they slumber, without a stir;  move less all!
And then again they melt to one deep shade!
I lied in my bed;   not from me would that mild dusk darkness steal
The pleasure of the hour and the cold night in divine still


Let my eyes shut and play the painter again
Let them draw and paint the streets, houses and the flowers in strain
The memories of old days haunt me every idle hour
I as a child running through fields and bower under heavy April shower
At spring wild tulips always conquered hill and dale; glorious summer, dawn dew sands
Why being sieged and captured under tyrannous vile hands


The pictures like papers in the air, are floating towards me
Like ships sailing out from heavy fog; emerging from the darkness of the sea
Out of the shadows of lies, tyranny and manipulation; clouds of evil in waves of foam bright
Days I knew sun in the morning and moon at night
The vile empty rage I envied in so many moods
Yet like a linnet born within that dungeon; that cage I knew the summer woods


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