It has been a while since I posted something on WordPress. This was something I had written a few years ago. Many of my poems show me living in my past. Sometimes it is good, because it allows me to write my thoughts more freely.
Remember the way we fancied our life?
The trees that held us and sheltered us
Like guardians of our trust?
Certainly they remember!
Beneath their shades once more
In my thoughts, I see you
Touching me with silence
Sometimes with doubt, at times with certainty
The selfsame air, same seasons, and the time,
They continue to be as when our love first began
These moments, few of sleep
And many, of broken dreams in a wakeful state