Reminiscences

Do Thou carry some magic wand Upon Thy invisible hand? Which You wave and memories flood Like myriad waves which sweep the sand. A sweet sojourn before You flee Dousing me with a joyous glee Yet more often You leave me sad My heart beset with grievous plea. These turns you take with good and bad Of what I shared and what I had, All that lost in my halcyon days Which leave me wiser but not glad. Sometimes I wish that I would know Whether You’re a friend or a foe? Such thoughts play like the sea-waves do With sands upon the gentle shore. But I know not what I would do As at times I have not a clue, How to humour my passing days Sans colours of your mystic hue. ***********