Lost World

Describing the warm days and wonderful memories I had during my time in Europe

“Lost World”

 

 

As the bird flies a reminder of home

A place long hidden in the back of my mind,

Where the sun is warm, streets alive, swallows soar,

 The accordion plays, all free from time’s bind.

 

 

Where gondolas sway and gelato is served:

Creamy spaghetti ice cream topped in strawberry sauce,

Paired with espresso and crispy cream-filled croissants…

Such memories of smells and tastes my head toss!

 

 

Views of rivers from magnificent arching-stone bridges,

Forlorn grapevine fields stretching before imperial mountains,

Broken castle ruins tucked away in jagged ridges,

Mystical green lakes, and glorious spouting mermaid fountains…

 

 

A sight, a smell, instantly bringing me back there

Like a portal to times long forgotten then since;

As crisp and clear to my heart as sunshine’s blare,

Mellow and distant as a foggy dream rinsed.

 

 

Now I pause in thought, for that world is no more,

No matter what I do, for me, it is gone.

A world locked away in my deep closet door,

Fading yet remaining as life’s trials go on.

 

 

I guess worlds don’t last forever, as stories do say

Real or fantasy they wither away fast on the vine.

Swallowed by the deep ocean; gone, taken away…

My life, my dream, the secret world I called mine.

 

 

I hold tight to God as I miss all which is lost,

Gazing out the blurry window to the far dusky sky

As the bird flies by me with a reminder of home…

I will keep hope, and refuse to say a solid “goodbye”.