Remembrance Of Things Past
Remembrance Of Things Past
it’s a windy evening in Sombresville
monsoon shaded by dark clouds in the sky
hairs pushed from eyes, skirts flowing fluid
my feet numb but moving as the wind pushes me by
a child walks alongside me
her soaring locks mirroring my own
and face echoing my heavy smile
white eyes pearly shone
this is a new feeling
yet feels old, old as day
whirlwinds of words forming, officious
reminding me of what we used to say
what we used to say of moments
that took us in the fly
a plethora of emotions, core memories
leaving me in a quandary, pacified
in some moments lie giggles sanguine
and in some, snakes worthy of reprieve
feelings that cause more pain than remedy
some thoughts lost to those who grieve
on that windy evening I felt
a puerile longing for the time
the time amicable arms wrapped around me
and a trust on which I could bet my every dime
a wrinkle in the continuum
a dip, if I may
where humorous words nurtured a grin
on my balcony of life a sunny ray
standing there in the blowing breeze
every muscle on my face alert
and the muscle within my skull, racing
and my feet digging into the dirt
standing there, the things I think
a wily self remembering that which was not
pondering - of which I am a virtuoso
fleeting glances that I lost but I sought
one could say that what was in my head
was a tirade designed to ache
vitriolic, truculent and stolid, the thinkers would call it
my that would be a mistake