Another Time and Place
When sweet songs float on soft spring air
If I close my eyes I go back there
Back home again..across space and time
Old ghosts rise up..live in my mind
The song invites. ...come drift away
So I visit happy yesterdays
Then in those halls of memories sweet
I sit once more near momma's feet
Time's silver brush has kissed her hair
But her loving eyes still say ..I care
Tis true old age trembles her hand
That still wears daddys wedding band
Her fingers kiss piano keys
Beg it release its melodies
That winds itself into some song
That demands her voice to sing along
To sing the moods she knew that day
With musics broom sweep them away
Into souveiners I take away
Inside my box of yesterday
That box I tied with ribbon blue
In dreams sometimes I do undo
To live again when I was young
My owns life song as yet unsung
I'll linger there till music dies
Then I'm back here with tear filled eye
Untill another song ..it plays
And I go right back to yesterday
My word. .....invites
By jollynoblefrog
© 2012 jollynoblefrog
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