The Place We LeftA Poem by Kenny Alby
Poem about nostalgia, the bitterness of memories, yet the fondness I have for reflection.
Take us back to that place we left
So long ago, amongst
Burnt-autumn skies warmly reflecting
Upon our golden world,
in pools we waded through our
last innocent moments.
Days by the waves of fire-grain,
Whistling through the trembling
Mighty oak's wisdom.
You found yourself there,
What freedom is, but you did not
Care to name it freedom, just love.
The rays of Horus,
Capture my imagination,
Kings that seem good in stories,
Tyrants in life, such is all reality
You left me there, in those dreamscapes,
waiting for me to take your hand.
© 2012 Kenny Alby
Added on March 27, 2012
Last Updated on March 27, 2012
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