Lost memories I seek to find
In dusty caverns of my mind -
To travel those abraded trails
Then lift those misty tattered veils
As set through time, where thought prevails
And if perchance this worn terrain
Shall yet such memories contain
That I may see anew the day
To witness yet again the way
The light upon the earth shall play
Then hear once more with richer sound
The songs of nature all around
And know with senses, fresh imbued,
The pleasures of this life, renewed,
Whilst mellowed thoughts for`er preclude
Then shall I not, with dim recall,
My heart with wonder to enthral -
And ne`er again such dreams as these
Yet captured in a passing breeze
Imagination to appease
Nor feel again that first embrace
That first sweet kiss upon my face -
Those tender words again to hear
To comfort me, and stay my fear
From he who yet I still hold dear
But time will ever take its toll
The passing years subdue my soul -
For dulled my eyes, no more to see,
No more rejoice in reverie
Ah, albeit just fleetingly
Yet wait, do I now hear the call
(Away the misty veil to fall)
Away, away, all sorrow chase
With wondrous beauty to replace
For now, I deem to see the face.....
..... Eternity will e`er embrace
Such beauty in your words Val, I am reading this beautiful poem with my mouth wide open. If I could give you a 20 I surely would.
A most delicious read my eyes were lucky to meet, poorly my tongue spoke million thanks, my hands clapped with greatest happiness, yet never enough to say that's how much I loved this gorgeous poem! Thank you!
No need to try a comment on this. When a truly great poem comes along, you know it, you feel it. So true here.
your poems are well-knit compositions, this one is a shared experience, going deep down the memory lane...
Wow, thank you Valerie! I love our poems, they always succeed in taking me away to a different place, as an excellent poem should!
do we lose the memories, or do they lose us.... this one strikes home!
Sometimes I find poetry that is so fine that I cannot wait to read the next one! I shall read more of yours with greatest pleasure. Constance Yost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hauntingly beautiful with a classical style. Would not this move the hardest of hearts-so precious