Sharp air and the scent of frost under bold blue skies:
A sudden and curious memory of youth's joyous riot,
Of untamed ambition, of choices not yet made.
We could have it all and more and then some:
Calamitous love inexplicable to others,
More intense than any that had come before;
Adventures beyond the dull imaginations of most,
In which we authored destiny's heroic plots;
Voyages to the places that stole our nights,
Lost by torchlight in the magic of a writer's words;
The banishing of old ways and older gods,
Surefooted in our belief that we will truly be alive.
Like bold hymns we have long forgot, these thoughts
Sometimes echo between the walls of dull suburbia:
Reminders of our innocent arrogance surrendered.
17th February, 2018
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Fragments And Reflections
PoesíaPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
