Sunday, March 6, 2011

Into the past - 3rd draft

Into the past

Into the past, I drift once more,
A daydream opening Moving through an enchanted door
To a time gone by and familiar faces,
A mystic realm of magic places,
On that wondrous distant shore.

Familar streets I re-explore,
The Crooked lanes, the sun-kissed moor
Stepping lightly in open spaces
Following all the well loved traces
Into the past.

On Yet waking now, it's as before
I floated down that corridor,
No friendly face, no warm embraces
Just cold grey ash of in unlit fireplaces,
And I crave sleep take me evermore
Into the past.

I was wrong. There are always changes to be made.

1 comment:

  1. Really interesting to see the progression from one draft to another, Merlene. Love the rose too, did you take the picture yourself? It's really beautiful xxx


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