Days Gone By (a poem)

the pensive drops of Nostalgia’s gentle touch

slide across her sun warmed skin

the flush embrace of a love once clutched to her breast

lingers with the orange-purple clouds

painted by the swift departing day

the steel blue waves break at her feet

ushering in the cool steady breeze of Atlantic twilight

her hands glide up and down her arms

as the chill begins to take hold

her fingers brush the soft edge of her linen sleeve

the fabric a whispering catalyst of days gone by

a hint of childhood laughter dances on the edge of memory

beckoning her to sun soaked fields

where make believe was tangible and ellusive

the reality of imagination

more supple and pure than the freshest strawberries

golden tinged emerald fields spanning the horizon under cotton flecked skies

the suggestion of a moon, one night past new

its’ pale silver thread offers scant warmth

but it ushers memories that warm her heart

over hill and under tree

her nose enticed with lilac and honeysuckle

the stars descend into the yard upon the back of fireflies

her heart, a train within her chest

a soft sigh slips across her lips

drowned out beneath the drumming tide

anticipation stirs with in her eyes

the gloss of tears is burned away

Longing and Yesterday dance across her memory

Tomorrow a promise that cannot be made

but Hope and Love take root again

for the joy of memories yet to be stirs a song within her heart

her voice shines out into the night

a flame of hope fed by days gone by

Jesse Arnold - 06.17.11