Suddenly the old tune comes back to me.
A faithful companion ,whose date of death
I have long forgotten...
It's a woman's voice knocking at the door
of my inspiration in this little bar where I've
a date with elizabeth Montgomery...
'' Come close to me ,
and remember when life was nothing
but a path strawn with whims and follies ,
let revisit the dreams we had in our 20s ! ''
Sorry darling but I forgot the lyrics...
Harvests was still so far away and the mirror
of the seasons still hesitated to lay white
upon the furrows of the bare fields...
I have become a poet who writes
only to ward of spells ...
The war never came and I killed only
the hours that never die...
You see, the cradle remains empty
and the romance took a one-way trip
into limbo ...
In the end you come to find comfort
even in solitude .
I find myself humming that old tune again
that carries the gentle weariness of life ...
The fading voice whispers to me :
'' Let's laugh at the illusions of our 20 s ! ''
Maybe that's the kind of prophecy
we understand only before the big departure ...
Thank you my dear Elizabeth .
Never laugh at the old tune ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
much enjoyed write
thank you Noman ! The mood is one of springtime melancholy ...
we all know that feeling my friend
As long as this quiet, fading echo of our youth still lingers, it should be cherished with infinite tenderness.
This is a wonderful poem, Lorenz!
Even when illusions fade their music remains...
Never laugh at the old tune old music has its merit as does new and in metaphor too. Well done Lorenz
The old tune preserves the memory of past versions of our soul slumbering in a folded time...
Indeed it does and my loves to slumber
the poem is about the bloom that faded away but fragrance still exists..........
beautiful write .
We sometimes remember the feeling for the past more than its actual substance...
very true .
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