I dreamed of you last night
Of your long jet black hair
That you tossed without a care
And the depth of your dark eyes
Which you knew I was aware
In Christmas party's lustful sighs
Just where have you gone?
Why in my dreams do you I see?
From...Oh so very long ago
Those years have passed us now
When we said those last goodbyes
You just left, just why? just why?
Now that I am old and grey
Would you know me from those days
Of gentle kisses and much more
The thrill of planning the evermore
That all came to a stop so sudden
These memories now are a burden
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So sad when memories are a burden.. And afterwards it's bittersweet - when sweetness turns bitter at a season like this..
ReplyDeleteThat's sad. Memories should be a pillow not a millstone.
ReplyDeleteI hope there is a time when memories can be enjoyed for what they were & bring warm feelings rather than be a burden. But I know grief has its own time table.
ReplyDeleteSadly sometimes dreams bring more sorrow and painful nostalgia than joy. Hope there comes a time when the pain is more bearable.
ReplyDeletea heart scorned. i echo what J Cosmo Newbery stated
ReplyDeletegracias for sharing
feliz dias de celebracion
Yes , memory of that lovely jet black hair becomes a burden sometimes....
ReplyDeleteSome memories can have a downside and never fade away, nice poem.
ReplyDeleteUntil the last lines I would not have guessed these memories to be a burden. But I know the sudden stop with no time to adjust--onlty time to stumble and to fall. It is not too late, Old Egg.
ReplyDeleteappreciate the nostalgia for one who got away.well penned.
ReplyDelete"The thrill of planning the evermore" really this is my favourite line
ReplyDeletehave a nice Sunday
much love...
I have my own dark-haired blackbird-hearted lost love....the memories are painfully sweet, no two ways about it.
ReplyDeleteLife is full of bitter-sweet moments and memories. I hope your burdens turn a bit sweet over time.
ReplyDeleteCheer up Robin :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a tender poem of longing... she is still there beside you as you celebrate holidays
I've had plenty of times where I've tried it out with someone and ended in failure. Lesson learned: Not everyone is a keeper. Those who are won't let you down.
ReplyDeleteYou sure know how to make a presence out of absence :-)
ReplyDeleteWell done.
ZQ
Oh those old bittersweet memories of long agos...what would have been....
ReplyDeleteThough may not be the best of circumstances, memories are more memorable with little hiccups. Great lines oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank
Remembering what might have been can be hard.
ReplyDeleteDreams can be enjoyed, or confuse...Wondering is a surprising element..What might have been, if it had remained...
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem....
Eileen
Long black hair and dark eyes...they really have power! ~ Happy Holidays :)x
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