NOSTALGIA by D.L.McHale


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In my mind’s recess, a soft caress
of memories and days gone by
A kaleidoscope of love and hope
And answers to the “Why?”

I fall within and live again
Those magic days bygone
My thoughts set free in reverie
Warmed by a setting sun

Another time in perfect rhyme
Now formed in my revision
I’m lifted up as I fill my cup
With reflection and a vision.

Within my dream, or so it seems
The best of times has past
Yet still somehow, I cherish “Now”
And tighter still my grasp

Outside my mind my thoughts unwind
And now today returned –
For yesterday is still no way
To face the future’s turn.

Echoes of Paradise


My memories are full and round.
I clasp them between my palms,
supranational spheres of times left behind.
They are unbreakable, solid, and beautiful.
Echoes stuck in an infinite loop of movements;
falling in love and dying over and over again.
It would be easy to let go.
Unbelievably easy just to separate my hands
and let them fall to the ground.
Instead I swallowed them.
They knock around in my chest when I breathe.
Ringing like a wind chime made of glass marbles;
if you listen closely you can hear the patterned glass
clinking against one another when I talk,
causing cracks in my smile when I say hello.

Visitation


Gray shadows fall upon my face

Here within this sacred place;

The stone so cold, and roughly hewn

Beneath this waning winter moon

The air is thin and so am I

My heart is heavy, I start to cry

 

Each letter of her chiseled name

Is lit as though with golden flame

My fingers trace the shallow grooves

As though with touch I could disprove

She is no more, and I am less

Without her voice and soft caress

 

Bereft and full of memories

I rise up from on bended knee

I place a rose upon her grave

Each petal but a kiss I’ve saved

And slowly do I turn for home

Only now, I walk alone.

Do You Remember…


Do you remember…

our first walk along the beach?
I didn’t think you would ever stop laughing
as the tide rushed in and out
to tickle your naked ankles,
and I, caught up in an impossible tangle
of seaweed tumbled absurdly into the
cold, frothing surf.

I sat there, sheepishly, looking up into
your smiling eyes and there,
beneath the screaming gulls and the hot summer sun,
I pulled you to me.

Do you remember…

all those lazy, late night strolls
beneath the star-flecked winter skies?
We would hold hands like innocent children
sharing the warmth of our closeness
and the shared heat of not so innocent thoughts.

I would steal a teasing glance
to catch the moonlight weaving silver strands
of light in your wind-swept hair.
You would catch me…and smile,
shyly pretending not to notice.

Do you remember…

our Sunday morning breakfasts in bed?
Was it just by accident, or guile,
that our eyes would lock above
the steaming rims of our coffee cups?
Then, being far too hungry to eat,
we would dive beneath the summer quilts
to satisfy our deeper desires!

Do you remember…

the little things I used to meticulously plan
just to coax the wonder from you liquid eyes?
The love notes tucked so obviously beneath your pillow;
the chilled fruit and cheap apricot brandy after
a hot night of fevered love;
the bubble gum stashed in your purse
for those days you insisted on being so serious?

But how could you remember?
I haven’t even met you yet.

Yet when I do, my love,
have I got some memories for you!