It Calls To Me (poem)

In a mist it calls to me

Portrait of a memory

Something lost won’t let me be

To its arms I’m bound to flee


Kisses calling from some past

Mid a song that couldn’t last

Heartbeats that were gone too fast

A forever there was cast


Dream that now is over me

Promises return at last

Passing chance to hold on fast

To its arms forever flee


There to linger midst the past

In sweet fruits of memory

Drifting from how can this be

From a love all this was cast


Why its arms I once did flee

In this dream I’m bound to be

Frozen times this memory

In a mist it calls to me

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annart 2 years ago from SW England

Memory is a wonderful thing and sometimes a burden.

Lovely poem.

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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Lovely poetry. Pearled this.

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