clouds and memories, a poem

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Draw me gently to your chest
my heart will linger there;
across the ages, along time’s trails,
the memories ever return.

Wait for me!—oh, wait for me!
the plaintive echo pleads.
When least expected, awakening
to memories in words of a poem.

Oh tell me—where do they dwell?
Among the dreams and reveries
apart from the wrack of reality
forever a blend of torture and joy.

©Sometimes, 2017

The Echo

(Day 15, 2017)

The Echo

Do your ever wonder, kind Sir
if she ever wonders of you?
The answer would be, if ever asked,
truth might be revealed…when taken to task..

Oh yes!  the lady remembers
and the words echo in part of her brain
and again she whispers…ever so near…
“never forget me”…from her lips to your ear.

Long ago and far away
a dream thus lasted, until this day.
those words echo again…come what may…
lips are silent, have nothing else to say.

© Sometimes, 2017