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A Link Forgotten
just a touch a little nudge
whispered reminder
of what has been
love songs sang
off an evening
through the years
compiled into concerts
remembering
glorious sunsets
beyond the mountains
twin peaks with glowing cleavage
an imaginary walk along the terrace
of hillocks with flowered gardens
a romance of then
reality and mortgage payments
scratched the walls of dreams
heaven shot up to the skies
leaving life mundane as dead leaves
on some forgotten highway
the scents of lilacs
stirs in dreams
the fantasy of then
the perfect life of loved
and beloved
in dreams are the highway and bridge
to the link forgotten
to perfection.
whispered reminder
of what has been
love songs sang
off an evening
through the years
compiled into concerts
remembering
glorious sunsets
beyond the mountains
twin peaks with glowing cleavage
an imaginary walk along the terrace
of hillocks with flowered gardens
a romance of then
reality and mortgage payments
scratched the walls of dreams
heaven shot up to the skies
leaving life mundane as dead leaves
on some forgotten highway
the scents of lilacs
stirs in dreams
the fantasy of then
the perfect life of loved
and beloved
in dreams are the highway and bridge
to the link forgotten
to perfection.
Published 7th Sep 2015
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7th Sep 2015 8:18am
Quite a vivid write! The only pathway to the past is in our memories. Cherish them while they still color the highways of your mind...
JJ
JJ
7th Sep 2015 8:39am
True, Poetryman. Our memories stay with us, and they are good too, because we rose tint them. I once aimed for beauty...not there yet, and maybe never but it's nice to think that I once had them. Did I...? haha! Thank you for reading me.
