Fragments

In twilight’s glow, the shadows spin,

Where echoes of the past begin,

To weave a tale, both bright and dim,

Of fleeting moments on a whim.

A distant laugh, a fleeting glance,

Caught in a spectral, dreamlike dance,

The memories rise, like smoke they curl,

Through time’s mysterious, endless swirl.

Once forgotten, now revived,

The faces of those days survived,

In corners of the mind they wait,

A secret kept by unseen fate.

The air is thick with what once was,

An ancient spell without a cause,

Yet every note of life’s refrain,

Is touched by love, is marked by pain.

The embers of a fire long past,

Still warm the heart, they hold it fast,

In dreams, they flicker, soft and low,

A light that time cannot bestow.

In visions blurred, yet sharply clear,

The past and present intertwine,

And somewhere in the in-between,

A truth that’s more than what it seems.

The scent of earth, the taste of rain,

Awakens what was once in vain,

A thousand stars, a moonlit sky,

That lived in every tear and sigh.

Yet as we tread through memory’s gate,

We find the doorways hesitate,

For time, though cruel, can also mend,

And bring new chapters in the end.

So in this dance of past and now,

We make a vow, a sacred vow,

To hold these fragments, not with rue,

But as a part of all we knew.

For every spell that’s ever cast,

Leaves traces of a love so vast,

And in the heart, where dreams abide,

The memories will ever guide.

This poem beautifully captures the ethereal nature of memories, weaving a surreal and thoughtful narrative.