Seek
Seek the treasure, however buried
where lie the childhood echoes
reverberate, gently ferried
across the gulf of time.
Hear the voices, softly calling
in tones of misty deja vu,
resonate as night is falling
a sweet, beloved nursery rhyme.
Seek and find the memory stirring,
party streamers, blue and gold,
intimating, shadows blurring,
laced with tender tears.
Days of thunder fall to stillness
in arcs of rainbow solitude,
generating wish fullfillness,
holding back the fading years.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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