Songs In Passe
Songs of passe' drifting
From a distant somewhere out
They breathe into me
As a longing that wants to be, aught
And I begin by grasping at traces
Of a sadness in loss of innocence
Naivety was its beauty
Like the fawn that wanders from the morning mist
So with ease I interpret the simplicity
Into what offers fantasy considers
Then again, I can begin
Reliving it, in the mind of youthfulness
Each time thus, I am stronger willed
Which enflames the yearning of memory's fire
Giving in to its rise
Seemingly always sweeter and evermore higher
Here I rekindle the mere forgotten
And the now quite needed, simpler desires
Where the melodies soon become
A paramour of regrets and undone aspires
The dancing among these shadows so familiar
Seducing the absences upon my heart
Tis' a language of remembrance which lingers now
Like a fragrance still, and forever instilled, imparts
Thus from me
The "ghosts of times" separate, can not be
As a fondness for the once had, still haunts
From a place, where the wildness runs free
The songs in passe'
Overwhelm in moments unexpected
Like whispers within the air
They come, a soul's recollection ..as a long lost friend
And I shall carry them always
As one carries a lighted torch
Living out my life to its fullest
Burning forevermore as my passions source
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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