I sit on bayou's bank simply breathing,
Filling my senses with baptism of time,
Collecting memories, and I try to paint
My thoughts upon the still water,
Reflections of moon and willow, here where
Past and present meet, where tomorrow waits,
Where the hearts of my people gently sleep
And I weep for words forgotten, dreams lost.
Whispers of ancients softly drift, casting
Distant ripples across my soul, shadows
Of remembrance blur destiny's vision
And you, sweet moon in the willows, talk
To me of what was, what the ancients wish
To be remembered, to be heard, and to know,
And I beseech you...
Tell them, tell them, I will never forget!
Submitted to the Simplicity SFITB challenge
Phrase: Talk to me of_______
Host: Ruby (jollynoblefrog)
By Myrna D.
© 2011 Myrna D.
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