Memory
in Vision
?
William A. Romano ?
Pine
Trees, evenly spaced;
holding
down the almost manicured lawn.
Their
tops amongst the pseudo-patterned clouds
of
a non-controversial sky.
Lights
blinking, flashing, ever moving
illuminating
memories of a happier time.
Simpler,
younger, earlier,
so
uncomplicated,
laughter
in wonder of nature's little lights
Gently
cupping, containing, caring
Interest
lost with the coming of day
renewed
again as the dark returns
to
frame their glowing essence.
Long
days, existence carefree,
complexions
darkened by sunlight's caress
lightened
immeasurably
by
the easy smiles of simpler times.
Fading
away, pulling away,
the
lights in the distance fade
taking
with them the memories of youth.
Such
simple lights,
inspiring
pictures carefree,
why
do the lights,
bring
such heavy tears...?
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