Memories Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Summer evening, the warmth of the scourging day still stagers in the air
I remember then, I was lying in bed toiling the waning heat there
In the East, broad rose the moon, first like a bacon flame
Observed on the far horizon utmost verge, the eye could claim
Its appearance of red eruption like from the fissured cone
Of a tall volcano cloud captured altitude; thus was her glory cloned


By then the sun went down, the hot and feverish night
Succeeded but the parched unwholesome air
Was un-recruited by the dampness it did bare
There was a windless calm, a dismal pause in sight
Yet the night was fresh and young; with excitement and aliment
Summer sounds echoed from the streets pavement


I remember the time, I knew what happiness and youth was
A memory of those days lives again inside me so vivid and close
Every streetlamp then seemed to beat a fantastic snakes dance
Like a wordless story; someone in the dark allies did mutter;
And the streetlamp did shake, flicker and gutter
A phantom of delight in this precious past glance



I remember; the moon still remembers; it showed clearer yet with deadlier gleam
Her ridged and uneven surface stained; sending a feeble beam
With crosses, fiery streaks, and mingled wandering lines
Splendor of impression and a star or two combine
Peered through the thick smoky atmosphere
So favorite was that moon; that night with lunar light sanguine yet clear


I see the fresh dew of morning chill on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading in the bower





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