Memories And Mazes Poem by Paul Reed

Ah, the memories call me today,
Those of the wild and comfortable,
The dreary and the vivid
But none stronger
Then those of happiness and tears
Garish colours and livid;

A reflective pool
Holds undercurrents of the past
Invading my thoughts
With their ghost-like cramp and room,
Descending the stairs
Or rising to the stars,
Held in bright sun or a morbid gloom;

Graveyards and beaches,
Clifftops and screes,
Pealing bells and silence,
Fresh country breeze,
The softest of rainfall
And rare mountain air,
All have made me stop
All have made me stare;

But the morning has evaporated
Into slumbery afternoon,
The echoes of the great halls
Drowned in nostalgic perfume
Fraying the edges of the mind
Ceaseless, the stop-start of the clock
Winding down forever
in it's eternal frock;

Slow bend the rushes,
Fast rushes the tides,
Low the river runs,
High the hawk glides;
The maze and the path
Both have separate ends
In a devilled sanctuary
That only remembrance sends.