Invitation to the past
Sheltered safely by the dark,
Through walls of rain and autumn dust,
I come to visit our park
And guard the pieces of the past.
I go around the yellow tree...
It didn't change; as good as new.
It drops a sunny tear for me
The way it used to cry for you.
I check the bench: it's all the same.
It keeps the vibrance of your life
And the inscription of my name
Scribbled by your pocket knife.
I count the stars. They use to leave
Because they never like to wait.
They find it easy to believe
That love is wrong and I am late.
I don't agree. I call them back
For you may come that very night
To watch the sky, and their lack
Will dim the power of the light.
They all return to wait with me.
My love is strong and stars subdue.
So, if you come again, you'll see
That everything remembers you.
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Invitation to the past
This is one of the best so far, I believe.
I've read it many times and I'll read it many more.
Loved it!
This is just beautiful. Love poetry these days is so often just total mush or sounds more like a pimp picking up a new worker - but THIS is powerful, evocative, moving, and above all, intelligent. Well done - reading this made my day!
Greatly delighted!
Your fusion of theme and rhyme is quite remarkable Nitta.
As well, the imagery is quite apt with powerful construction.
I'd be pleased to paste a limirick for you here, that I wrote
the other day!
The Incorporeal Comfort!
Some might deem me a lexical rover
I say It is but my soul brimming over!
Being in close liaison with eternal time
Inspirits this rhythmic flow in my rhyme
I call it my incorporeal being in clover!
All the Best!
Saif U'Lah
I've come back to read it
I've come back to read it again. It's hard to stop.