Memories of the Past

Evening Tide - taken near Old Forge

Memories like cymbals clanging

In each empty corner of each room

Feelings left unfinished

Brushed aside to hide the pain

Of love

Time heals they say

But that is not so

It only deadens a heart grown heavy

And our life when filled with woe

It marks the channel of the oceans current

Changed by our tides ebb and flow

So out on this sea of life we sail

Not knowing the way wind may blow

Poems left for other lovers

Line by line written so

But memories prove unforgiving

In feelings that eyes do not show

Life is like a bottle

Set adrift at evening time

The ride it takes only guided

By the moon and earthly tides

With no control and no clear path

We wander shores of sand and sea

Always searching for love

And in the end find life’s realities

Young Pilgrims on the shore.......

As children on the shore..

Oh! To be like children,

As they stand as Pilgrims

On the shore,

Waiting at the start of life.

The wind and warm breeze touch their cheeks,

They are unaware that the sands of time

Have started down the hourglass,

In the measurement of their days.

Unaware of the past and its history,

Encircled by lofty ideals,

Filled with dreams “a-plenty”,

Their time has come,

Yet they are unaware.

To you I wish life in its fullest;

To you I wish understanding

Of life’s uncertain ways.

And yet there is life everlasting,

Viewed in the shifting sands,

That will greet the generations in their day.

Silence prevails in the lonely north,

Where only wind whispers its thoughts to man;

Dreams of summer,

Dreams at night,

As the earth sleeps until awakened in the spring.

Rest and comfort by the fire,

Man lives away from winter cares.

While beasts outside

shiver and wait,

For the warmth and comfort of springtime air.

The solitude may be quite needed,

Rest for earth, this I know.

Yet deep within my soul,

Summer's warmth is what I long for,

Not winter's cold forbidding snow!