Turning Back the Hands of Time

On boulevards of memories, with you I walk Reminiscing in yesteryear as I turn back the clock And persuade the silence of amour to talk As conversations of yore ridicule and mock. When passage of time changed us, losing its way Feelings that still evoked had nothing to say And hearts then discarded rules of the game For love no longer cared to ignite the flame. Echoes of desires stopped calling your name When lyrics of our song could no longer claim Melodies foregone that altered our frame As I stepped forward alone to take all the blame. But, regrets that mount have no place to go Except being drawn into pathos of woe As winter emerges in the midst of spring-- In passions of ruby rose, its thorns now sting; Like summer’s heat burns soft autumn breeze And gusty gales shatter last leaf of barren trees, When in serenity of blue-skies dark clouds frown Raining on crimson arc in twilight of sundown. We now reside in our separate new meadows, Having barred future from sullen past shadows, In nights of blissful reverie, kissing dreams of dawn-- Pointless it is to invoke dreadful spirits long gone. From the fork in the road we’ve traveled far, In abodes of our distinct worlds happy we are; View in front is golden glow of vibrant sunrise-- Rear view spurs spent emotions of dreary skies. October 9, 2019 Placed 2nd: If only we could turn back the hands of time poetry contest Sponsor: Silent One HM: Strand contest #670 by Brian Strand