Remember when we were content under the sun:
When we were one with the warm world and the wild birds;
As we merged into the blue and green of dream time.
Remember when golden days were filled with endless
Possibilities and nights were studded with fiery stars.
Remember when summer' s vintage wine flowed through
Our veins and through the leaves and trees and fields.
Remember when blood red roses bloomed in youth's garden
And we were as free as the wind; so long ago.
Remember the dove- like whiteness of innocence,
Before it was tainted by darker, wounding experiences.
Remember now, as we grow grey and old and weary,
How we clung to each passing moment like a talisman.
Alas, all that remains is a trail of haunted absences.
I am very glad to have the opportunity to write my responses here down. Thank you so much Dominic. I have enjoyed your poem so honest and true 5 Stars full on Top for you. Added with such lovely painting, an aquarel perhaps?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great reminder to cherish the past. I liked the flow in your poem.5****