A Lament

You tell me not to mourn

The passing of the morn;

That brighter dawns

Of brighter morrows

Hover in the east,

That similar gilted sunshine

Still shall streak my life.

Oh, can't you see,

I cry for these moments

That slip from my hands

Like grains of sand,

The harder I try to hold on,

Not because I don't know

The shores still stretch on;

Not because I fear

There shall no more be light.

It's just that I know

The sunshine shall never again be the same-

You are wrong there-

It may be brighter

Or duskier,

But it can never ever be the same.

The cadences of our laughter,

The notes of our song,

Shall never be the very same;

No, the sunshine shall never

Be just this bright again.

And that's why I ache

As these moments march fast

To the twilit past-

Memories that fade like the hues of sunset.

That's why I wish,

Futile though it be,

To slow down their procession

To Eternal Nothingness;

Or better still, sprinkle on them stillness.

For, once gone, I know,

They are forever lost-

Irretrievably lost.

Irreplaceably lost.

Because the sunshine shall never

Be just this bright again.

Nostalgia

When memories come pelting
Like hailstones on the glades-
A furious storm of sights and sounds,
Colours bright and soothing shades,
Places known and faces dear,
Voices loved and touch familiar...

Shards of old laughter-
Untinged with tears,
Unbroken by thoughts
Of what comes after.

Dreams together dreamt
And woes together wept;
Those times when
Past and Future slept,
As the Infinite Moment
I drank to the lees,
Cocooned by the silk
Of friendship and love.

In moments like these
When a whirlwind from the past
Wrenches me away
From the present grey;
And I find myself longing
For those places known and faces dear,
Those voices loved and touch familiar....

When nostalgia rains down
In endless torrents,
My heart it floods
Not with mirth or torment,
But with wistful streams
Of happy sorrow....