The frayed old note
Which I once wrote
guards 'Nostalgia' in its folds-
an ancient treasure trove,
Virginal, ethereal, mesmerizing...
The frayed old note
Which I once wrote
guards 'Nostalgia' in its folds-
an ancient treasure trove,
Virginal, ethereal, mesmerizing...
The frayed old note
Which I once wrote
collates the fragments of my youth-
the drowsy afternoons,
the endless hours of gazing into the vast stretches of nothingness above,
the love that never was...
The frayed old note
Which I once wrote
paints pictures-
of dewy dawns- misty and dreamy,
of rains of gloom and gaiety,
of rainbows- hues of hope
and darkness, despair and loss...
The frayed old note
Which I once wrote
guides me through a mystic maze,
Just as a sorcerer would,
and I remember,
I was seventeen once...
The frayed old note
Which I once wrote
narrates a new tale, each time I unfold it,
Wounds my soul, each time I remember a wish - unfulfilled
a feeling- unspoken, a desire- forgotten...
