Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Teary-eyed nostalgia

The kind that makes you look up at the sky
and want to travel down that broken path again.
The breeze of a Fall evening,
just before the sun hides itself away,
you feel it--cool on you face
while it warms your heart.

The smells of yesterday
begin to permeate memories.
Days, months, and years
are all remembered
through your nose.
Breathe deeply,
sink deeper into that blackness inside you.
Look for that time when we were all starting
anew
and children ran in circles
yelling at the sky.

5 comments:

_Soulless_ said...

This reminds me of Enigma's song, "Return to Innocence." ^_^

I adored these lines:

Look for that time when we were all starting
anew
and children ran in circles
yelling at the sky.

Pincushion said...

'The smells of yesterday
begin to permeate memories.'

I can so relate to this! You've imaged it so beautifully...*sigh*

gulnaz said...

sink deeper into that blackness inside you.
Look for that time when we were all starting
anew
and children ran in circles
yelling at the sky.

...loved these lines.

. : A : . said...

"The smells of yesterday
begin to permeate memories."

Excellent lines.

Anonymous said...

I can really relate to this poem. you have put in words soo many things i have thought. thankyou. excellent work. i loved it.
It's because of poems like this that i like your work. keep on writing.