Poems from groovedwarepeople
On golden bough he once sat astride
That leafen face, green dark-eyed
Midwinter sprites once danced in white
Pending return of the warming...
I had such a good day and went to bed late
After turning sixteen and been out with my mates
But when I awoke, something was wrong
I got up...
The echoes of your mind reflect the passage of time
Mere flashings of images from past days so sublime
Cherished memories all now riddled...
Of Earth born and all shall return
We age till of the urn we yearn
Of Air we need and of that we plead
Knowing that soon of pain be freed...
I visited my mother just yesterday
For far too long I had stayed away
Frail and weak on a hospital bed
Smiling while knowing what lay ahead...