06 Friday Apr 2012
Posted in Poetry
trace me back to places
I was never meant to be –
a pathway through the forest
brought me here –
asleep on dreams born of loss
ache for warmer summers –
when I was free
the night was never long –
as flowers blooming still
within my soul for yesterday
take me back
trace me back –
that I might see the future
written with a hand
besides my own
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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very well said, and enjoyed
Thank you, Dean…….. your time is appreciated beyond what words can tell.
Ah, those childhood summers that seemed so endless! This poem hints at the rewards that would be ours if we could let our spirits skip in the grasses barefoot again!
Let? I thought everyone did that……… I have a golden rule – ‘if I get too old to go barefoot, you need to put me down’! 😉 Thank you, Granbee! How about I meet you later on and we’ll go chasing fireflies…….. Love, Bobbie