The Curious Soul

Tossed up sometimes in the gloomy days

The gaunt log of my past alights

The fond memory sets alight

And my curious soul begins to read.

The days of merriment cherished

The words of love then exchanged

The edifying tours traveled

And the recreative cultural nights.

But they are all faded and rippled away

The cheerful mansion of love now rusted

The string that bound us now held loose

And we cascade like shed autumn leaves.

I myself a miniature of His titanic innovation

Feel like a daft fly who is fumbling in the dark

Fluttering his fragile wings

Waiting for doom!

Thus in a somber winter night

Snugly ensconced in an eiderdown

Slurping a sip of hot coffee

I am thronged by these smudgy retentions.

Still, I can feel those winds in the corridor

Driving me to arrest the fragrance bygone

Still, I can feel those festive beats

Delightful and revitalizing - pursuing me in my dreams.

Date of Creation: February 3, 2007