Teary Mist…of The Past! Poem by Mehreen Tahir

In the dark of the night,
sitting alone,
with the shadows creeping up,
shadows of the past,
and in the glow of the moon,
the memories linger,
some blurred,
unclear, as a mist,
others are striking,
sharp and clear as ever,
some stand out,
when the time stands still,
the mind unravels the mysteries,
touches the emotions again,
and the heart aches,
and silently cries,
for the time that is gone,
vanished forever in the dusty past,
then the moon dies away,
making way for the dawn; the light,
bringing me out of my reverie,
and I shut the door to my past,
ceasing to think about those times,
but only for the moment,
and the door will open again,
in the darkness of the night,
when I’ll sit alone,
and the shadows creep up,
under the glow of the moon,
the memories will come,
and cause the teary mist again!