Harmonious chords float in the air
Blossoming like roses and
Enveloping the listener in perfume.
Memory plays wondrous tricks on
Easily coined words and melodious phrases.
Rich and soft, like terms of endearment
Half-forgotten but brought to light
To haunt and bewitch
Old or intrinsic ideas,
Never quite worn out but,
Put away like dried flowers in a well-loved book.
Charm and regret flow from the tune,
Which brings back the bitter-sweet past
But disappears, hardly leaving a trace.
What was must die, but still lives on
Yearning for renaissance but impotent,
Weakened by time and distance.
Sing the old songs and celebrate:
Our lives advance and grow.
Never look back without a smile but,
Let a hundred flowers bloom
From Aspects of Attraction
© HMH, 2014