That Magical Time
What do we really remember?
What do we really know?
Are the voices that call us
really voices from the past?
Maybe it was so, maybe it only seemed that way,
we were all so enchanted once so long ago.
Like the emotions we feel when spring is in the air,
that magical time when the ice in the rivers starts to break apart
and we hear song birds in the trees.
It may just have been a fantasy,
but everything seemed so new and so wonderful,
even the pavement in the city,
seemed that it could bloom,
as the perfume of newly sprung flowers –
filled the air and made us dizzy.
We went forth dancing along,
friends full of life and for evermore,
exchanging smiles and exuberance,
that magical time,
when life was so full of surprises
and it seemed to shine –
radiating in all of the colors of the rainbow.
Perhaps it was so, perhaps it seemed that way,
the road beneath our feet,
was still unsure and unexplored.
Round every corner was an adventure
and we were filled with a new zest for life.
Each and every spring,
like so many butterflies –
flying high into the skies.
It was a time so full of love,
we shared it so very fondly.
Nothing could stand in our way,
as friends we knew,
upon one another we could rely,
it was a time that we built castles in the clouds.
Now I look upon,
that magical time,
it lingers there among my souvenirs,
among my photos
and as I see you all there smiling at me,
I have to smile too,
while silver tears come raining down,
forever to have,
these precious memories –
of that magical time….
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Lovely verse, Rasma. It stirs up memories of the friends I had in my youth. Very nicely penned and enjoyable.
Thank you Phyllis. Glad this brought good memories.
Yes, great work Rasma, and so good poetry is always emotive and lets our mind wander the landscape of the poets mind. Lovely imagery and flowing verse my friend. Enjoyed.
Thank you Tony.
Without memories good or bad we are doomed. For with them, we can lay down and let our fantasy go free, traveling the Universe of color. Without them all of our world is painted black or gray. I prefer the abundance of colors, scents, tastes, feels, warmth, cold and multitudes of other senses around us if we just let ourselves explore them. Well written Rasma, you got my mind wondering and wandering among my surroundings.
Thank you Vincent. I am always very aware of the colors in my world and things which associate with special memories.
This is enchanting, and I love the description of “silver tears”.
Thank you Tamara.