Dim moonlight
Spreads over the objects of night
Giving rise to silhouettes in dark
Giving rise to memories in the backyard
Of our conscious
The silhouettes dance to the tunes of wind
Memories play a mystical flute,
Setting me
adrift
Letting me in to the doors of yesteryears
Where we stood together watching the wind blow
The silhouettes of the trees reminds me of larks
As they sing a symphony to embellish the moments
Till they last
My soul set afloat in the memories like a golden door
To the times that must pass
Letting them go shall be the next task
The golden gate must close
And these silhouettes must speak of stories that hurt
less.
Superbly written ... loved reading it :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot for becoming my regular reader :)
DeleteThis is very subtly done. Nature and a whole lot of emotions, put in simple, beautiful words. Nice!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot :)
Deleteletting go is no easy task...lot of emotion just under the surface of this one...maybe it is my own struggles with letting go...
ReplyDeleteindeed letting go is not easy and that's why this piece surfaced in an attempt to let go..........
DeleteYou paint a lovely picture, and I hope someday the loveliness may remain while the hurt passes away.
ReplyDeletefacing the light instead of the silhouette perhaps =)
ReplyDeletememory often hits us unexpected, sparked by a certain mood or nature setting..love how you allow it to flow here..
ReplyDeleteLetting go not always easy... Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the golden gates must close, but another silver one should open, leading to a path that takes you to where you can make happy memories for the future in the future ;)
ReplyDeleteLeo