Memory

This piece is a few years old. I was looking through my writing file (back when I wrote everything in longhand) and came across it. It reminded me of the mindset I had back then.

Upon windy days we sail our hearts

     across the seas of time.

To reminisce the hope, to dream

     with reason or with rhyme

 

To feel the tears of shattered hurt

     The magic before despair

The uplift whims of elvish wiles

     and 'nary not a care.

 

Of youthful days so bold and silly -

     laughter reigns supreme

and then the weight upon the shoulders;

     nothing's what it seems.

 

The breeze dies down and life comes back

     Reality once more

Until the day within our minds

     We open up the door.

    

Reviews

[Bare trees]

We must all grow up some time or another, I sometimes wish it was another. HA Good poem.

[just is]

So true, we can't live unless we open that door.
This is so wonderful and truthful
I do like your style you have talent.