Diaries Of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.22; In the Shades of The Memory

And in the Shades...

Lingered a memory!

Under the dancing braids...

Of one morning sun!

There...

Stood an aging log...

With years undone!

Where we loved and laughed...

Lost and won!

All that we did,

Was there and gone!

 

But in the memory,

Laid at hand...

A visiting spirit,

I do not understand!

 

Do we pass me by?

As we bid us goodbye?

 

All, into the yearning skies above?

 

Or do we set farewells,

To tolling bells,

And part in hopes,

Of finding love?

 

Go, dearest...

Be free, at will and ease...

Fly away, white dove...

Upon the western breeze!

 

But when ye're back...

Oh, Glorious day,

Remember this parting woe,

And do slumber please,

So far away!

 

By;

The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

 

Author's Note

Photo Courtesy of: Romantica - "Beauty under the shades"

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

The words of this flow like the waves of the ocean they washed over me and cleansed my soul.

[M Garcia]

nicely written