A sweet guitar melody A memory of days past When the sunflowers danced In long summers Where the stereo in a station wagon Played the tunes that would define Periods of a life yet defined – On the winter wind the melody now floats Where bare branches replaced blooming flowers The winter’s night cannot contain …
A fleeting sensation The breath of a different time A hymn of the past Floating on the breeze The vague outline eludes focus Memories of sunny days Spread wide on tranquil waters Ballads of naive youth – Time in its inexorable line Glances backwards Back to halcyon days Which refused to fade And haunt memories …
I am nostalgic for a time I never had Sitting in my friends house that I visited once Though feeling like it was my own Happy to start winter break At a college I didn’t attend Watching the snow fall outside in a place where it doesn’t snow – I am warm in my hoodie …
The cobble stones speak Of a past age When trams rumbled past Grinding iron rails Carrying people Rich and poor Bringing life to a city Teeming with promise – A century of moons Cast their mournful light Upon abandoned iron And worn stone All that remains Of teeming promise The future that once was Ages …
I walked out of my apartment and felt the breeze in the hallway. When we’d moved into this apartment, months before, I remember wondering what the open-air hallways would feel like when the warmth of late spring turned to fall and winter. I missed the transition, really. The last time I’d really spent any time …