Concrete broken to dust
A megalith vanishing
History fading
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On the edge of dreams
I can see your eyes, briefly
Sadly, time’s mists win
Leaves upon the ground
Echos of summer fading
Memories remain
Many memories
Explosions of brilliant colors
So much has faded
Now I’m awake
The cool air
Through my window
Very welcome
Reminders of
Times along
The coast
Blessed sea breeze
Lacking the scent
Of the sea
No ocean crushing
Sound for my ears
An incompleteness
That my soul
Longs to complete
Memories come
Unbidden
Ghosts of my youth
Painful moments
Choices I’ve made
But not understood
There’s wisdom there
Not just misery
Forgive the boy
That I was
And see inside
My heart
Now I understand
My internalized mind
Echoes of fears and failures
This early spring morn
Sunlight has climbed out
The forces of daytime surge
Hints of blessed nights
As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber
Youthful memories
Comic books
Toy ray-guns
Sunlit days
Free of shoes
Sand covered toes
Burning echoes
Of the first-girl-I-loved’s
Bemusement
And resultant mockery
I wonder
Why suffering
Delights us so?
Such cruelty divides us
A charred gulf bearing
Smoldering rubble
Remnants of hope
So many memories of this journey called life. Painful ones sometimes rise up, reminding me of their place in my mind, my psyche. Hints of underlying angers and frustrations, damage done.
My old memories
Seated upon the sidewalk
Watching a kid’s game