Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Flare of nostalgia
Caress the golden timeless rose
Hold the picture, not the pose,
Meet me on our private mountain
Toss a dime into the fountain.
Breathe the scene of ancient air and
Make a wish to find me there,
Revel in what used to be,
Meet me in a memory.
Embrace the thought with angst and passion,
When resting fires and trees were ashen,
But bodies flushed against the snow
Pack up today, and we can go.
Back when hands and values held
Before the tears conceived and welled
Sought to travel down her face
Close your eyes and find this place
Shielded, hidden from the now or
Then, but frozen for an hour
When all there was was there and we.
Meet me in that memory.
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