but your memory keeps calling me back.
Calling to me from a distant shore,
back to your arms once more.
I try to resist and carry on,
but your memory keeps calling me back,
like some overplayed song.
I have a different life now,
the life we had is now over and gone.
Traces of our love they still remain,
but I cannot go back, I don’t feel the same.
Each day it gets harder fighting the urge,
for your memory keeps calling me back,
saying with you is where I belong.
8 August 2007
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Epitaphs for formal lives,white markers upon their graveand as I sat among them,there was silence everywhere.Their bodies lay silentdeep within the ground.They rest there for eternityin the peace they have found.22 March 2009
the start of a beautiful day,breathing in the cool clear airas you sit in quiet meditationwith only the wildlife for companyto the start of a chill out dayto begin a holiday.You cannot ask for anything betterbefore the hustle bustle beginswhen everyone else has woken up.
why the heck did we say that.Our mouth went in one directionwhile our mind went in another.When someone askswhat we meant by thatwe feel a bit bemusedand can’t give an answer.We do it all the time,putting our foot in our mouthand wish we had left it where it wasstanding on the ground.I once went out…
My life has become a puzzleand there are pieces I cannot find.Each becomes more a mysteryas I travel my journey through.This memory I keep tripping overis not an unpleasant one,but why does my mindalways replay just that one scene.Is there something that I am missing,something I should have seenand my mind wants me to rememberthat…
searching for precious momentsthat were left behindand now lie hidden in our memories.Those times when life propelled itselfin spurts of our endeavours,but always left some precious momentsbehind out of our lives.Like Icarus, we flew too highfor our own self-importanceleaving behind a yearningfor something we had,but foolishly left so far behind.Now to relive themwe search the…
