I knew a song once,
a long time ago.
Such a lovely song -
about love, and hope, and trust.
The words echoed through my mind,
and the music,
the music captured my heart
and set me dancing with joy.
It was such a beautiful song -
about love, and hope, and trust.
Yes, I knew a song once,
but time has passed
and I no longer remember the words …
or the music.
Yes, the memoirs remain always afresh. Every one gets swayed by some melody without knowing lyrics or meanings. beautiful
As always very well written: and how truthful. The tide of time does dim the song of our vibrant youth and sometimes leaves us sad and melancholic as meaning of ' love and hope and trust' does not remain the same. But you sang, isn't that more important.
Though you no longer remember either the lyric or the music the remains of the thread of memory has evoked you write this wonderful write, Valerie!
Pregnant with a passion that ascends swiftly in tones that are both meaningful and musical then descends even more rapidly into the sea of forgetfulness that captures the theme of the poem in such a way that the reader is left wishing that the song was not forgotten. Excellently expressed my friend!
Very touching. And reading it brought a compassioate sigh. You will sing again. Enjoyed very much.
Val, This is a change from what I've mostly read of yours, but still, filled with feelings that I seem to always share and can relate to. You are such a wonderful poetess, that it is beautiful any chosen style, and a very much loved person to top it off! ! ! {{{hugs}}} always, and thanks for sharing your talent and poems.....and you!
A song maybe we want to forget yet sadly without this song you would not have grown.Pretty special Val. Music takes so much pain away from so many. Thank You X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! .. Valerie, you just reminded me of a picture of mine I found a month ago, it was taken two decades ago.. in the picture I am with a friend or shall I say, with a person who used to be a friend... I had forgotten his name because I last saw him a couple of days after the photo was taken, I also knew a great guy. I love this poem. Siya_! !