Visions Of The Past Poem by Rik Bertrand

I have had visions of the past, they mingle and last.
Visions that will not go away, they are here to stay.
And for that I am grateful, so so very thankful,
For they are of love, and that is what I am thinking of.

Young and naïve I was back then, with love you could never win.
But god had his mark on me, he had plans I could not see.
But the these visions are bright, I now see the mystic light
And I have recaptured hope; I can now better cope (with the loss) .

I remember the times, the cruising, the backseat, and the rhymes.
My heart was soaked and heavy, with love of the hood of a Chevy.
Times were different back then, but still love I could not win.
The visions show what could have been, from start to the very end.

What could have been is not what is; but I still miss that kiss,
I miss the hugs and holding hands and life with no demands.
The visions are my life line; they suit me so very fine.
They keep me reminiscing, of all the love I am missing.

Visions sweet and of the past, I cry quietly, memories unsurpassed.
Tears roll, and I am not ashamed, remembering life unclaimed.
I shall now never forget, and I shall never ever regret.
Life mirrored, life dismembered, life once lived, life remembered.