Everlasting past smiles

Suffused phantoms in the abandoned room
Half-lit, fading and sinking between the laughter
The sleeping form of love’s daughter,
Her amusement cries echoing around the walls
Like faded dusty cobwebs swinging in the breeze
Like the desperation cries of birds, drowning in light,
They sparkle and twinkle with an intensity of other days
Flashing their charms, gliding, leading into a path, forgotten anyway.

The thoughts mingle with the slight passing of the sun,
The memories linger on a threshold of goodbyes
Like old relatives flashing parting signs,
Frantically waving to an emptiness of glides.
Do you remember the olive room,
The smells chasing about the air, Martha’s intense smile?
Do you remember the laughter of the fire place,
Mother always laughing with her eyes half parted,
The melting chocolate staining our fingers, in tune to the stories.
And do you remember?
Or are the dimming rays of a tired sunshine
Leading you away, leaving you behind
To quietly caress the dust filled mirrors, inside?

Yes, I see now the smiles slightly wavering, unsure
Like small children excited for the promising of game,
And how could I not recall the smells about the air?
And how could those far, flying thoughts simply part
With the gold and the silver lights painting my heart?
How could the memories of fleeing looks and anguished sighs
Ever leave me bedridden behind?
The days change and tug at each other’s baby dresses
But the memories’ slow, erratic wandering across the light
Never fade, never leave my sight, never will forget my smiles behind.