Close your eyes and let your mind wander
To that secret garden within the
Haven you hide
All those little trinkets and bobbles
Hosting the memories of old times.
Take one in your hands, gently now,
Don't grip too hard-
Peer into its glassy surface with dreamy
Eyes and watch the ickiness fade from
Life as truth slowly becomes unmarred.
Are they dancing?
Those faeries of glittering nostalgia
Whose wings are serpentine green
And smiles built from human delight.
Oh, symphonic memories! More compiled
Of grocery store trips than grand explorations,
More nonsense than wisdom,
And sunsets that kissed this glorious heaven
just a little longer than was natural for September.
What are old times if not the chill of a sprinkler
On bare legs, or the dusty tang of a school gymnasium?
Music with unnecessary cuss words and
Love songs with a lazy rhythm.
What are old times if not the sweet sugared
Fingers holding hot cocoa and delicate nights
Or that damned dance routine no one can seem to remember?
Peer deeper into that crystalline garden of memories
And define all that is ,and could possibly be, the old times.
YOU ARE READING
Verses
PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
