Memories...singing across time
The music of my soul...
is memories singing across time.
The radio signature tune, early in the mornings
Brings back memories of childhood days,
Of simple dreams and innocent hopes;
When life was tough because of homework
And troubles were only Monday tests.
The music of my soul...
is memories singing across time.
The hiss of the coffee filter, aroma wafting
A new dawn and another yesterday for memories;
Days of coffee and endless conversations,
Nights working, awake with the bitter brew
Moments of silence and warmth.
The music of my soul...
is memories singing across time.
The rustle of pages of new books,
Conversations speaking from silent photos
Reminder of old books and bygone days;
And the silence of setting sun speaks of
The constant ticking away of time.
The music of my soul...
is memories singing across time.
The patter of raindrops against the panes
Echoes of childhood jumping in puddles,
Uncaring of uniforms or boots;
The whistle of hot wailing wind,
Brings lost glimpses of summer days.
The music of my soul...
is memories singing across time.
Nostalgia, yearning for the days gone by,
Dreams and desires of days yet to come,
Snatches of silent contentment between;
The present is noisy and yet, soundless,
Flitting midst the past and future.
The music of my soul...
is memories singing across time.
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Poem a Week Challenge
PoetryHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems. We wi...
