I walk through ages past and present,
Learning and living through words
Haunted memories of music
Filter through out of order.
Beneath a sky filled to overflowing
Water colors and yellowing leaves fall before me
Painting a picture of the death of summer
And I hold onto the verse that soothes,
His voice moves me to dream.
Her scent moved past like flowers in a field never seen,
Sweet clean scent embraced in admiration of a yesterday forgotten,
And I remember this from somewhere so long ago
And as the soundtrack switches gears
My head begins to hum the lullaby of youth
Yet I still can’t catch the exactness of that moment,
Standing as a young girl at a perfume counter,
Neon lights halo above
Casting colored shadows around my head
And the speakers sounding forced and crackling,
Taking me back round
Through times pieces filled with sweet aroma and sound
Into the future of a Dream un recalled,
This poem as based on the songs that feed into my head, triggered from a scent of a girl passing me and still unable to recall where I remember the flowery scent from. The familiarity of the past at times, ellusive like a dream that sits on the edge of remembering.
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