Echoes

In the quiet corners of the mind,

Where time’s gentle hands unwind,

Memories dance in shadows long,

A fleeting glimpse, a distant song.

The echoes of a laughter past,

Reside within the heart so vast,

They linger like a soft refrain,

A melody that soothes the pain.

Each moment held, a treasure dear,

A whisper of what once was clear,

Now fades into the misty blue,

Yet lingers like the morning dew.

The years, they drift like autumn leaves,

Falling soft on memory’s eaves,

Each one a story, full and bright,

A candle in the endless night.

In dreams, we walk those paths again,

Where joy and sorrow both have lain,

The faces of the ones we knew,

Still vivid in the midnight hue.

The house that once was filled with light,

Now stands in silence, out of sight,

Yet in its walls, the laughter stays,

A ghost of long-forgotten days.

We trace the steps of yesteryear,

Through fields of gold and skies so clear,

In every breeze, in every sound,

A piece of what was lost is found.

The pages of the past we turn,

With each, a lesson left to learn,

Of love that bloomed, of tears that fell,

Of all the things we dared not tell.

Yet in these memories, we find,

A solace for the heart and mind,

For though the past has slipped away,

It lives within us every day.

So let us cherish what has been,

The moments shared, the sights we’ve seen,

For in the tapestry of time,

These threads of gold forever shine.

Postscript:

This poem captures the essence of memories, blending the surreal with the real, and offering a thoughtful reflection on the past.