When memories invade your thoughts,
in the quiet moments,
with laughter, tears, fears and pain.
Of promises we made so long ago,
and that were never kept,
of friends we had, now gone,
and dreams that were now lost in time,
of the pedestals on which we sat,
like some uncrowned king,
in the kingdoms of our own blindness,
or of the strangers like passing shadows
that disappear into nights black gown.
We are but mortals, in search of immortality.
We know not what lies behind the last door,
only of our struggles, we relive repeatedly,
with hope that will give us comfort
in the abyss of sleep.
20 February 1991
I like this one, too, David. Thanks for bringing it back to life. It's sorrowful but tells the true story of our journey through life, of those friends who have come and gone and yes, the promises we didn't keep. Love, Fran xxx
wonderful metaphors in this sad but very beautiful poem... Chidren grow, than they go, friends can often leave you alone and that is when we must dig deep clinging to any speck of memory that we can keep.............Two great poems by you, again! ! ! ! ! ~~~m. xo :) ~~~
I think that it is all in the moment David, but I do also see something beautiful on the horizon..a resting place of peace and absolute bliss Love duncan X
Great work here David. But....I like your light hearted ones best.Grim reaper has just appeared at the top of the street. Best wishes, Sid John.
So Many sad poems at the moment David... So many thoughts of times gone by, the older we get the more often we look behind...
Such a wonderful grasp of words, so very well put together. Very very nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your 91's too.....your sharing some wonderful pieces you have found again