A Forgotten Era
There are tantalizing visions of an era long forgotten
By the ones who remember the days
Of sweet music that drifted onto the verandahs
Into the imaginations and hearts of the ones who played
Echoing laughter resounds from ivy covered walls
Touched by the distant memories that pass
Through the cracks left unnoticed by the shimmers of light
As they fall on the sweet summer grass
A wild crimson rose still grows upon the dim edges
Of the latticework now peeling with age
A remnant of immense beauty so pristinely perfect
Still opening its blooms to the stage
Incessant tales of the wonderful feelings brought to light
As the lovely music lifts to the sky
Brings every heart to sing as if they know the tune
Which these memories have left you and I
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
There are tantalizing visions of an era long forgotten
By the ones who remember the days
Of sweet music that drifted onto the verandahs
Into the imaginations and hearts of the ones who played
Echoing laughter resounds from ivy covered walls
Touched by the distant memories that pass
Through the cracks left unnoticed by the shimmers of light
As they fall on the sweet summer grass
A wild crimson rose still grows upon the dim edges
Of the latticework now peeling with age
A remnant of immense beauty so pristinely perfect
Still opening its blooms to the stage
Incessant tales of the wonderful feelings brought to light
As the lovely music lifts to the sky
Brings every heart to sing as if they know the tune
Which these memories have left you and I
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
4 comments:
Hi Neva,
You write so beautifully. I'd love to feature one of your poems on my blog: Mystic Musings.
Sincerely,
Angela
Angela, that would be lovely. My email address is listed here on my blog for contact.
You have such a beautiful way with words :p
Forever Sweet memories, beautiful as ever Neva
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