Memories

Memories

The water, it glows with a silver shine.
A thick, clouded sky offers the perfect backdrop,
an inviting feast for my tired eyes.

The wave's roll in strong and proud,
crashing against the rocks,
as my ears heed to the distant, deep, thunder.

mist rolls in and softly drizzles,
until the pine needles collect it like pearls.
Each one drops upon the ground,
making little insignificant sounds.

what are they compared to the mighty waterfalls,
that surround this wondrous land?

But unknown to these droplets,
that quietly fall.
They are each one,
a distant memory,
soon to collect and become one once again,
As they heed to the river's call.

The gently falling mist,
soon gives way to a gentle rain.
the north wind howls wildly against my ears,
and it brings back distant memories,
of you my darling,
my dear.

Reviews

[Tempest]

I know that this is about memories but the descriptions and imagery is so strong it was very relaxing and beautiful. Well written.