Memories

A lazy morning,
A drowsy sun,
That hid under a cloudy blanket
Still reeling under the spell
Of dreams
Of dreams of a sweetheart
Far away
Unreachable

Presently it turned
And the woolly blanket
That hid it from the world’s eye
Slipped off
And some angelic bright beam hit me
Hit me when my velvet blanket slipped
As I lay reeling under the spell
Of dreams
Of dreams of a sweetheart
Far away

That delusive angelic light
It spread through like poison
Spreading warmth through my veins
Stirring my cauldron of memories
With its heat
Until like froth surfaced
The memories of my sweetheart
Far away

The memories of every first time
The first touch
The first kiss
The first rhyme
The memory of a look
A face
A smile
Of feeling his eyes in mine
The memory of a warmth
And a heat that vaporises
My senses, my soul and my memory

The memories of all moments together
They rise
And beside them
The futile dreams of moments ago
Seem like shells bereft of a soul
The memories they rise
And clamour to seek more
More leaves to be perused
More froth to be churned

More memories of togetherness
More moments of love

Should I creep back in
And block the delusive beam
To shut the clamour of memories
To pretend away the yearning
By sinking into futile soulless dreams
Of a sweetheart
Far away
Unreachable