The Poetry of Michael Nielson ZEPHYR OF MEMORIES In the mountain solitude on a quiet moonlit eve My thoughts wander through my mind like a speeding train denied a station Circling back to those days so long ago when the rails were smooth and the express rolled down the valley undelayed and without a care unconcerned Your voice rings in my mind A cooling mid-morning wind Like a zephyr of memories that blow through my life your smell still catches the breeze in my tortured lofts, The attic of days long since passed Too little forgotten, too much recalled I pause In that moment of reflection time is stayed and I am left behind riding the rail without a station A traveler on a couch to nowhere Forever searching for the destination of your silly laughter and the sanctuary of your embrace I smile I am the midnight run on a journey to a far away dawn that is destined to never break The night unfolds its wings and descends I am the only rider in the slumbering railcar Of passion dreams lost Stuck forever in the moment When you descended into the deep Lost in a mind so confused and so sick Staring through your water eyes Reaching for me, terrified and your eyes went black and so as we climb to the top of the hill I remain the unloved lover, who loves her still The Poetry of Michael Nielson 2014
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 07:54:06 +0000
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