Haunting Memories

Such a child was I
  so new to love
How should I, my dear one,
   being so naive and young
find love so sadly become

I wanted laughter and dancing stars
  to have love weave it's filigree
a web, so closely knit with tenderness
  that it would not break under any stress

I long for the warm smell of you
  like a breath from the trees
to have your scent whisper
  and lovingly creep up to me.
To share love with a passionate mood
  quite lost and forgotten

Come back oh ecstasy and quietude
  My feet run but they cannot tell
Oh, where has it gone
   my love... my wishing well?

 

          

Reviews

[Chris]

2nd view here... the olde photos set the tone well
but its the words that work best for me. Too often tis a wonder of pic first or thoughts... and the pics are subtly wrong for the words.
The mix of real and memorex seems jarring to me.

[Marie Harrison]

Such a yearning to recapture
the ecstasy of one's past.
Amazing poem.

[The Known One]

This poem is quite beautiful, written with tenderness and longing. It flows ffrom your pen

" My feet run but they cannot tell
Oh, where has it gone
my love... my wishing well"?

Magical phrase