Whispers Of Years Past

Unlike it should,

during moments of reflection,

the spring sun brought tears.

Remembering so many past years,

I could hear whispers of years past,

blowing upon the wind,

reminding me –

it was time to move on down the road.

The rain upon my windowpane,

coursed down but I sadly smiled,

these were the final farewells –

that came with whispers of years past.

In between the sound of your voice,

calling to me,

still, see us hand in hand,

through all the seasons,

whispers of years past,

let me see you standing,

waving to me,

as I rush to embrace you,

just the wind rushes by

and I know –

these familiar places I must leave behind.

Like an uprooted oak,

I must turn my back,

to the home that for so long I have known,

let the spirits of past years,

remain dancing in the garden,

on moonlit nights.

When the summer comes blowing in,

I’ll be on the highway,

leaving whispers of years past behind –

burning one more bridge.

So hoping a new life will find me,

walking beneath the sun,

enjoying life as I should

and once again dancing in the rain.

It’s been a long time coming,

knowing that these whispers of the past,

will remain but memories,

to be treasured –

while I go forth into a new life.

Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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