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An Old Friend
Through canopies fortress, a moon beam crept,
dodging leaves, and branches, and the occasional owl,
to guide my step along forests path,
though memory smiled, knowing it needed no assist.
A child’s kingdom, from days long ago,
when the path was born, and where innocence tread,
where frontiers of youth crossed imaginations throne,
here in these woods, when my world was content.
Age now lays waste to my suffering stride,
yet the path accepts my steps as true,
not caring about yesterdays, or tomorrow’s needs,
only welcoming an old friend, walking memories road.
Take me back to the days of
Take me back to the days of old where memories shine of gold, where moonbeams travel amongst footsteps and thought, where wandering trance like i am caught, between the whispers of memories...
You inspire me. This is gorgeous! I love it! So sensitive and wistful yet whimsy... and so much more!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you for the wonderful
Thank you for the wonderful comment.
I'm glad this gave you the impetus to compose such a beautiful poem.
My day is made.
I loved reading this, so well
I loved reading this, so well described I could see it, the last two lines gave a real sense of peace and comfor. :-)
Thank you Sweetwater, glad
Thank you Sweetwater, glad you enjoyed this.
I visited there last week,in the afternoon, and I swear I heard myself laughing again.