Memories Come Easy
It’s easy…
To get lost in memories
So many the tangled webs
That memories tend to weave
Memories are balmy Junes
And desert moons
And the smell
Of Autumn leaves
It’s easy to let
Your mind forget
That all’s
not what it seems
That how things feel’s
Not always real
But are only
Daytime dreams
What is it…
That makes the mind wander
Is it that the mind
Just yearns to slip away
To ol’ loves lost
Ol’ bridges crossed
Things lost
Along the way
Does the scent of cinnamon carry you back
Do train whistles that echo
So sad and low it seems…
To transport you on a one way track
…To the land of daytime dreams…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2016
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