Dancing in the shadow, arching for the light
fickle remembrances tease my mind
are they real or are they but dreams
after all the years, who can tell?
Many times I tried to capture
those bygone moments and place
but they escape
like ghosts fading into the haze
of my memory’s landscape
If only I can hold
some proof of my so-called life –
a souvenir or a photograph
to dispel my doubts –
before I, too, am swallowed
by the dark.
This is a response to Magpie Tales’ above picture prompt. Kindly click on the photos to get to the lovely responses. I am also joing DVERSE POETS” PUBS Open Link Night Party tonight. Do join the party. The Pub is a fun place to be. Thank you. ♥