No tears

I won't be crying tears tonight
of joy or even sadness,
this will be an arid time
of sunsoaked memories
twirling fingers into the azure
depths of a paradise
we never knew we had
when we were young
and full of life
our limbs so long
and we tangled
there was no end or beginning,
just us and a score
that sounded from the sky
as flocks of life flew by.

No tears, no soundless wiping
or reminisce of soul soaked days
just me and a river of dreams
that wound from outside
the balconies of long ago
winding their way
to ever more and here upon
those cold shiver mornings
where breath was caught
in java cups to breathe
and sundays were days
to link ourselves to present
and presently to part.

No tears, I pray, those
guilty pleasures of long ago
will not fall, no fingertip
to trace the mood
as it spirals from silky frames
of pictures that hang
and fall, like tapestries
that chart the movements
of our dreams and wants,
for I will be once again
beneath the calming
splatter of raindrops
falling on the wooden shutters
breathing messages
to wipe away some other day
when we were all
and something more
and always inbetween.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-08-07 at 10:28

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle, you take us on a an ethereal path of memories that promise sweet melancholy and deliver it with your unique style. I always enjoy your poems!

Joe
2016-08-08


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this, Elle. The last line tells why the times are worth remembering, but not mourning.
2016-08-07


Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Once again, at the risk of sounding boring, I like the exotic elegance of this love poem; I'm taken away by your sensuous scene-setting and deposited in your architecture of moods and memories.

Thank you for the ride.

Chris
2016-08-07