There are days…
that go without a single mention of you…
as though you, were a figment of imagination,
hidden away…
and then there are days
when there is only you
and the memories you left behind
real, like the rain on my skin
as the clouds float through the sky.
Your tired mind drifts in the daydreams…
of azure penstemon blooming in the woods,
in a faded memory of a lost time…
but in your heart,
for that moment,
you see that magical blue,
as it blooms,
like it did…
that day.
Some nights the sleeping memories wake,
and you free fall,
from the hanging swing of the moon.
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We drive away,
as the sun sets behind us,
into the painted sky of golden clouds,
listening to our favourite song,
from childhood,
we drive away,
on memory lanes.
Stories that started and ended with the haunted willow,
leaves behind the ghost of their magic,
in the raging winds.
Travelling along meandering lanes,
Reminiscing with the old tunes on the radio,
you catch up with life.
You are like the moss,
against ancient walls,
reliving history inside you.
Forgotten paths of blissful memories,
tucked away carefully,
in the secret corner of time.
“I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know?”
Source: Song: Somewhere only we know by Keane
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