Days Gone By

At the time I was most a man I wished I were still a boy

Gentle the breeze that floats the air

across the years it moves my soul

Words so sweet, so gentle, and clear

melodies of love took their toll

 

A face from my past gazed at me

I had met these eyes once before

I recognized this sweet beauty

from far off to the distant door

 

Dropping by when I am weakest

lighting mysteries upon my breast

Playing melodies of love's heart

feeding the memories of my chest

 

I remember those laughing eyes

that had once stared back at me

No less the beauty decades since

in her face that child I could see

 

Aloof and careless with herself

walking high upon nature’s wine

She poured her beauty on my soul

no woman was ever so fine.

 

But oh the times of yesteryear

how they tasted divine like bliss

My mind a-wash in thoughts of her

longed for that first touch and kiss

 

Time seemed to have passed but moments

yet many years had seen much joy

At the time I felt most a man

I wished that I were still a boy

Author's Note

Written to commemorate the day I ran into my childhood sweetheart at a party Some 15 years later than I had last seen her as a child.

Reviews

[Astrid Hamilton]

THANK YOU.

I wish to thank you, from the depths of feeling hammocked in reverie of sweetness.
This poem was first read silently without Etta James's At Last in the background-
The first time I read it, I felt the most peace I have felt in a long time- just for coming across a stranger's poem but feeling enraptured by some certain unknown uncertain nostalgia of what it's like to be a child and see the world through a child's eyes, precious, a little girl is always dreaming of holding in her tiny palm the hand of a special boy who at that first rose blushing, only thinks upon his face as hers, at last, somewhere hovering above in Heaven's distant, and now close- dream.
This poem is surreal.
These lines brought tears to my eyes:

No less the beauty decades since
In her face the child I could see

...and then of course, rereading it a second time with the first of melody-
brought life to me.

THANK YOU.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Tate. Pleased to have checked in and found such a delightful sentimental write about very young love. How wonderful that you met up again years later at a party, which inspired this beautiful poem. A pleasure reading your stanzas. Your poetry always crafted so well. All the best to you.

Chris

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Chris. It is only through pain that we appreciate joy. And only through death that we appreciate the gift of life So evident in a child.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I enjoyed reading this. Sometimes the past can catch us off guard. A beautiful woman approached me at a bookstore and asked if my name was Fabian. I said yes. She asked if I remembered her and asked how I had been. I didn't know her. It turns out her name was Laura and we had gone to church together and were sort of sweet on each other for awhile. She hadn't forgotten me...thirty years later. I had to beg her pardon. But it was nice to have my brother-in-law ask me who the great looking woman was I was talking to. Not in vanity but it was just funny because she approached me and I had no idea who she was. I'm glad you could remember your childhood sweetheart. Great write, my friend, F.

[Tate Morgan]

Fabian. Thank you for the kindness. I try to write of common experiences that each of us share. Your recollection is a great one.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

this is beautiful
thanks for entry into my competition ps love the music too

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Julie I like this one too

[alanwgraham]

Well done Tate for expressing this so well. Is it true that we adjust so gradually to our own aging we barely notice it while still feeling young inside. Then its always a shock to meet friends from a lifetime ago.
Regards,
Alan

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Alan thank you I sometimes look in the mirror and don’t recognize myself

[ElizaB]

Thanks for entering my competition.

Your poem is just lovely! I like it even more now that I know it's about/for your childhood sweetheart.
Wasn't being in love when you were young so perfect?...

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Yes being in love is the best feklling ever thank you

[Workvio]

A beautiful piece to make any man remember those days of youth and young love ...

[Tate Morgan]

I too remember those days the pounding heart the sweat on my palms the shaking hands and rush of adrenaline pure bliss ! Like all firsts thru are rarely outdone thank you

[Relic]

Wow, this brought back a memory for me from many many years ago by a stream. It was my first kiss. I suppose I'll never forget it or her. Nicely done Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Relic often it is the first ecperiance by which we judge all others

[B]

Oh my god

So kind to the heart and so beautiful ...... love the song ...... please read "high" i sang this song .....


A face from my past gazed at me
I had met these eyes once before
I recognized this sweet beauty
from far off to the distant door

Love these lines

Oh stunning

[Tate Morgan]

thank you so much i have many the romantic poems but this one is special to me

[Jamestown]

Another unbelievable piece! Beautiful write, I love the flawless flow
and sweet message! Thanks again for sharing and b-blessed!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you jamestown so nice to see you again .One of our all time greats returned today james Magill

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

I too like these stanzas

Aloof and careless with herself
walking high upon nature’s wine
She poured her beauty on my soul
no woman was ever so fine


great job...congrats on the contest

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you rico nice to hear from you