Memory Lane

April 12, 2008

Startled by the sweet nothings,
A soul far across the meadow stirs.
Carried by the winds of the morning,
The depths of memory lane does it merge.
Walking across the yonder,
Feel the presence stir.
Leaves fall at my feet,
Crunching across my wake…
Mellow and silent,
The wind wills to be.
Leaves leave behind,
Memoirs of you and me…
As night draws nearer,
The owls call and warn me.
Bid thy time another way,
Awake another day.
Feelings stir and yet do not muster,
Across the yonder I shall flee.
Mellow and tainted,
Memory lane shall be.


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