Back Then... a poem of remembrance
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
That quaint cottage sat upon the hill, unchanged,
overlooking a deep green valley,
covered with clumps of violets and wild daisies,
like an exquisite patch-work quilt.
And down by the creek,
where we used to walk hand in hand,
willows still draped haphazardly over crystal cool waters,
our initials forever remain, carved into an old tree trunk.
Back then, each step was a pleasured experience,
each breath the joy of life fulfilled,
and hours we spent by that babbling creek,
wondering where life would take us.
Now, it was as if time stopped,
and that special place remained, frozen,
unhindered by the changing world,
still within the breath of nature's will.
And now, you are far away,
lost from this perfect place, this haven of past love,
your steps to the beat of an unfamiliar life,
without me, far from my dreams.
Memories flood an empty heart,
a reminder of what has been,
and what can be again within this our perfect world,
where imperfection follows us like a disease.
I still dream of nights by that fire,
crackling logs and glistening wine,
a touch so enticing, and whispers soft, exhilarating,
a world within a world, now gone in a haze of past.
We can never bring time back... but memories are forever.