Summer nights, and strolls found wanting,
to share the evenings warmth,
where lesser evils lay barren to older times,
while sincerity rested its head.
and nothing mattered bar time.
Time to reminisce of what had been,
what was to come,
future days of ‘came true’ dreams,
brought from an era of ancient moments,
wished to be given life in return.
Where music of the heart can be released,
sang to from tunes, mind rendered and felt,
receiving simple smiles from passersby,
sharing in the peaceful existence,
giving nothing but their time, kindly.
No need for technology, no pace for it,
living the days of free spirits,
clambering over fences pulled down,
space to be open and found to walk, one step at a time,
and join as two so sweetly embraced.
Special days of remembering what was given,
that magical moment of first heard cries,
held tight in a mother’s arms,
while glazed eyes looked on, tear stained but proud,
on the day you were born.
Happy Birthday.
A contest entry
- for puking faerie dust by aeolia.
400 points, ended July 29, 3 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Aw, thanks so much for writing a beautiful poem for Jeanette's birthday
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BEAUTIFUL
Na hetane you never stop amazing me with your tender heart and kind words..this could be a Hallmark Card its so soft and beautiful
niaish for being so wonderful and mine
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