Dark Muse
05-04-2009, 02:28 PM
Requiem of the Past
Remember those days
of laughter & carefree games,
when the word alone
was not in our vocabulary.
At night gathered around
warm fires, sharing stories,
half-hearted protests
while being dragged to bed
too tired to raise our heads.
Then every room was
filled with more than
dust or memories,
light filtering through
now dirtied windows.
A gentle sigh stirs
through the hallways,
recalling when they used
to be caverns winding
into caves.
It meant something once,
to belong; photographs freezing
time; it is possible that was
me smiling upon the beach?
Now looking back in the mirror
I see not that girl greeting me,
but a stranger who snuck up
without warning.
Gone are the days
of drinking hot coco
with white cream upon my nose,
oblivious to the meaning of fear.
Now it seems it was
all a dream; that time
when we sat around
just playing our games.
Remember those days
of laughter & carefree games,
when the word alone
was not in our vocabulary.
At night gathered around
warm fires, sharing stories,
half-hearted protests
while being dragged to bed
too tired to raise our heads.
Then every room was
filled with more than
dust or memories,
light filtering through
now dirtied windows.
A gentle sigh stirs
through the hallways,
recalling when they used
to be caverns winding
into caves.
It meant something once,
to belong; photographs freezing
time; it is possible that was
me smiling upon the beach?
Now looking back in the mirror
I see not that girl greeting me,
but a stranger who snuck up
without warning.
Gone are the days
of drinking hot coco
with white cream upon my nose,
oblivious to the meaning of fear.
Now it seems it was
all a dream; that time
when we sat around
just playing our games.