OF DAYS GONE BY
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
― Virginia Woolf
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqbSmrWI43c
SOLITUDE : CHANTAL CHAMBERLAND
Fraying remnants; fragments
of another life ill spent
a pastel dream of lovers hewn
from pink stucco and grey cement
they met with good intentions
their bless-ed lives to share
but turned to stone and crumbled
in dusty rooms; so unaware
of fate that dealt a fatal blow
and shattered all their dreams
the pieces of their intriguing puzzle
filled the air; settled on beams
rough-hewn wood and splinters
particles of life
echoes of another age
faded grandeur; without strife
easy come and easy go
that old chestnut; adage
let me see and let me know
the wonders of our passage
from youth to adulthood it seems
the transition was rather cloudy
speckled memories like dust bunnies
passed before my eyes and shrouded
all my thoughts entombed and rested
waiting for the sunshine
to brighten up and find me hidden
in dark corners of my anxious mind
peace reigns in old and ancient times
the buildings filled with wonder
the secrets of the ones who walked
before our footsteps crashed like thunder
my ballgown sweeps the fallen leaves
blown through the cracks in window panes
catch the softly filtered light
feel the fresh and welcome rain
how good it is to be alive
to feel the world and find my place
how sad it would have been to die
not knowing of your lovely face
I see you now in my mind's eye
the twinkle of your smile meets mine
and all the while I think of nothing
but the kiss we shared; so sweet; divine
the blue and green hues of the ocean
divided at our touch
we swam for miles and wreathed in smiles
we swam the whole way back
I think you let me beat you then
in our little race we set
your generosity and kindness
the love you gave when first we met
never dwindled through those years
and time stood still at will
set in an amber memory
you know I love you still
but you were never meant for me
never mine to have at all
I try to stop my tears from falling
amid these murmuring sequestered walls.
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OF DAYS GONE BY
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
― Virginia Woolf
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqbSmrWI43c
SOLITUDE : CHANTAL CHAMBERLAND
Fraying remnants; fragments
of another life ill spent
a pastel dream of lovers hewn
from pink stucco and grey cement
they met with good intentions
their bless-ed lives to share
but turned to stone and crumbled
in dusty rooms; so unaware
of fate that dealt a fatal blow
and shattered all their dreams
the pieces of their intriguing puzzle
filled the air; settled on beams
rough-hewn wood and splinters
particles of life
echoes of another age
faded grandeur; without strife
easy come and easy go
that old chestnut; adage
let me see and let me know
the wonders of our passage
from youth to adulthood it seems
the transition was rather cloudy
speckled memories like dust bunnies
passed before my eyes and shrouded
all my thoughts entombed and rested
waiting for the sunshine
to brighten up and find me hidden
in dark corners of my anxious mind
peace reigns in old and ancient times
the buildings filled with wonder
the secrets of the ones who walked
before our footsteps crashed like thunder
my ballgown sweeps the fallen leaves
blown through the cracks in window panes
catch the softly filtered light
feel the fresh and welcome rain
how good it is to be alive
to feel the world and find my place
how sad it would have been to die
not knowing of your lovely face
I see you now in my mind's eye
the twinkle of your smile meets mine
and all the while I think of nothing
but the kiss we shared; so sweet; divine
the blue and green hues of the ocean
divided at our touch
we swam for miles and wreathed in smiles
we swam the whole way back
I think you let me beat you then
in our little race we set
your generosity and kindness
the love you gave when first we met
never dwindled through those years
and time stood still at will
set in an amber memory
you know I love you still
but you were never meant for me
never mine to have at all
I try to stop my tears from falling
amid these murmuring sequestered walls.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission