Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee ?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.'
Tell me, what is the present hour ?
'A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.'
......
You live a thousand miles away
So far across the sea
Still I search the reason why
Fate brought you here to me
I never dreamed I’d feel this way
From just one night with you
And always I’ll be wondering
If you still feel it too
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A superb time,
A long ago nursery rhyme,
Distant bells chime,
Grassy hills to climb.
Grandfather's clock,
The crowing of the cock,
Doors they didn't lock,
A lady's smock.
......
The girl I left behind
A cherished memory, etched on my mind
The tides of time ripping us apart,
as I drift farther and farther away
Her, a static point on the beach of memories
And I, facing the future on the horizon
The sky our sole connection
With stars in her eyes
A lover of the sunrise
......
Within halls that all but speak,
Sit elegant objects, very antique;
Treasured and valued bits of past,
Which care and devotion made last.
A museum crowded with sweet memory,
Like of dead, red robin's late beauty!
The glossy mirror gracing the wall,
At ruddy sunset, reflects them all.
......
Yes I'm immature
But I truly loved
Yes I behave childish
But never played with feelings
You said we never met
But I remember those shitt of street
Yes you never loved me
But I remember your window words
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My favourite colour is his brown skin the blue sky
Before me, my childhood stands,
A colonial entwined with anarchic vines-
Maturing realizations.
What is love? An itch to set your house on fire?
What colour are the walls?
Not brown. Not blue.
......
The girl I left behind
A cherished memory, etched on my mind
The tides of time ripping us apart,
as I drift farther and farther away
Her, a static point on the beach of memories
And I, facing the future on the horizon
The sky our sole connection
With stars in her eyes
A lover of the sunrise
......
Fragments on The Hem
The wet and reluctant spring,
Moments of sunshine wrapped up in sharp winds
Ground is soft, plump, engorged with water
God’s gift
Makes it loose, and my hands dig in
And up
There are close spaces
......
We are trapped in the past, oblivious to the fact, today is eternity.
The light of the past can only be used to illuminate the futures darkness
Today’s eternity provides the opportunity of perpetual growth
And to utilize the past’s light to travel through the darkness of the future