Future Days

Usually when I write a poem, it's either because I have built up emotions in me and I have to release them somehow, or because I receive a sudden burst of emotion which I must translate onto paper. Well, "Future Days" comes from the first reason.

Future Days

In future days, I walk alone
down a forgotten street.
Your memory drifts into my mind
And our eyes again do meet.

As I think of you and I, of us,
A smile I do possess.
As I recall your song, your braids, your deep vast seas,
Your fire, and your caress.

Sweet echoes from years ago
Stir my fire, it never died.
Frozen in time, my love, true love;
Buried deep, and locked inside.

Thy memory still is strong,
An old wound that never healed.
You're the fruit I could not reach,
Thy bounty remains unpeeled.

As my feelings set, reality rises
And my thoughts I do abandon.
I start to turn, all is void
And thus I cease to imagine.

Our eyes do part, you walk away;
My mind becomes a haze.
I resume to walk and wish and hope,
To see you in future days.

This poem came from my fractured psyche of the mid 90's. I was still playing around with emotion evoking imagery. The line "As my feelings set, reality rises", I was of course trying to induce the image of the sunset and sunrise, the dawn of a new day, time to stop dreaming and wake up, which the rest of the stanza suggests.

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