A sweet remembrance (mi gracias to s.m.o)

thy blurred visions escape the corniche path

as the dawn of odessey flares vaguely back...

i brood over the trails of the paltry alley

and although dense mists fill my mind as it may;

i return to the prime of the glorious past,

the age of radiance that can be ne'er surpassed.

thine knew not the essence that'as destined there

'cept innocent breaths and curious stares.

our ladys grotto sneaking thru the window creaks

a cranked corridor leading past the memory bricks-

the land of lea cached behind the empty trees

and gold'n clouds ,lapping by the summer breeze...

thy found existence hideous in thee mystery woods

but acquiesced-i hath not wanted be like the oth'r hoods;

today,looking through, thy subconscious rides back,

to the cavern filled fountain ,thy elder life lack

barks of timber ,growing darker with enthall

poppies in the porch, the ruptured birch- bespeak the rift of fall;

the churning of the morning bell,

a bend of road as approaches the edifice

along the barks of shrubs the squirells dwell,

the dawn of dusk captures the insence of poppies

a mystique land captured within the verges of the lost

the dried crumbs of wise leaves taken in by the frost-

as winter sets in,the dewlets run faster thru the blades,

and the cold nose'd rodents envisons their darken'd wintry graves

i see thee run past the half trodden vard

in search of something beyond the thicken walls barred.

and when i thus pull myself out of the past

realising thee flashes were never to last.

 thy heart is scared of the dark rooted fear

tho' vanities last but my memories disappear.

i wake myself away from the trance that is lost

away from the boundaries of narrow domestic hoarst.

thy cling to every rooted moment i lived with adore

and although thine bosom rises every dawn for more-

i realise what thy soul has forgot

the depth of belonging i somehow feel not-

and the sun rises once more thru the snowy flakes

the woollen clots that descends to wake the world awake

a dark sunshine that once knew no bounds

contradictions waffered on every ground.

thine memories are somewhere cold asleep

and thru the ocean of dense white misty heap,

i see thee standing on the wake of ancient stones agleam

         the chapel bells are ringing-

                           as i push away the remembrance of my empty dream....