When Memories Come Alive

‘Angel with dark hair’
One day he said
‘Sinful heart of devil’
I sighed in despair

Colourful lights sparkling around
Song flowing through the heart
Moon, silver tune guide
When memories come alive
Friend’s hand to lead me astray
Through the the cold and across the field
Back to the end of a dying spring day

Eyes so bright, golden winter night
Frozen air within my lungs
A wish upon the stars
Dream smiling shy in the pale moonlight

Dancing with tears in eyes
Singing with pain deep in soul
When memories come alive
And tears, mirrors of feel so cold

Colourful lights sparkling around
Song flowing through the heart
Moon, silver tune guide
When memories come alive
Friend’s hand to lead me astray
Through the the cold and across the field
Back to the end of a dying spring day

Where is the dreamer, where is midwinter awe
Where is the poet writing on that white shore
Where is a path leading me there
Trees are whispering to me and wind’s calling my name
Where I used to live before
Home my heart used to long for

Colourful lights sparkling around
Song flowing through the heart
Moon, silver tune guide
When memories come alive
Friend’s hand to lead me astray
Through the the cold and across the field
Back to the end of a dying spring day

Friend’s hand to lead me astray
Through the the cold and across the field
Back to the end of a dying spring day

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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