Sunday, August 15, 2021

The Far Mountains

 


Let me play you a little tune
with my picky picky fingers
as i gaze at you with eyes
full of the past. 

I once took a high, merry heart
up into the far mountains,
laid down with my true love
in a dream that could not last.

I won't tell you how
it ended.
A clue is in my gaze,
that remembers those far mountains
and those golden summer days.

For The Sunday Muse








7 comments:

  1. Oh Sherry this is absolutely wonderful! A true delight to read! The clue is definitely in the gaze!

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  2. but we keep getting up again, bravely

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  3. Oh this is swoon worthy.
    Happy you dropped by to read mine

    Much❤love

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  4. Some things we remember and wouldn't wish to forget even if they do not continue on. And even if the ending is bad, e.g. a divorce ending.
    ..

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  5. Love this Sherry. Wistful and full of truth.

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  6. So beautifully penned, Sherry. Seems we all have those golden summer days in our memory banks.

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