Memories Come Easy

something we can't help doing

It’s easy…

To get lost in memories

So many the tangled webs 

That memories tend to weave

Memories are balmy Junes 

And desert moons

And the smell 

Of Autumn leaves

It’s easy to let

Your mind forget

That all’s 

not what it seems

That how things feel’s 

Not always real

But are only 

Daytime dreams

What is it…

That makes the mind wander

Is it that the mind

Just yearns to slip away

To ol’ loves lost

Ol’ bridges crossed

Things lost

Along the way

Does the scent of cinnamon carry you back

Do train whistles that echo

So sad and low it seems…

To transport you on a one way track

…To the land of daytime dreams…

Author's Note

Is it easy for you too?