SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

A Joyous Past

Music playing softly, flutelike, through my mind, touching
chords of memories, forgotten back in time.

Fearlessly tip-toeing over them, loving and holding them
closely to my heart.

Tears filling a joyous past, times gone by, saddened now by
thoughts of funerals and love lost once upon a time.

Flickering like candlelight through my mind, settling down
within keeping me company on lonely days spent by myself,
alone.

User Rating: 5 / 5 ( 0 votes )

Rudyard Kipling

If

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.