Memories

 

Memories are like bracing winds drifting

over rolling hills, swirling and twisting.

They bring goosebumps to your skin

but the view is uplifting.

As down in the valley the mist starts to spread,

like the stories that circulate your head.

They become a warming blanket against the chill winds that blow,

no one ever really leaves whilst memories still flow.

 

Memories float like falling leaves,

in Autumn's cooling breeze,

golden to remind of how precious they are.

With stories and memories

we can never be lost,

nor travel too far.

Always kept inside,

they are part of your heart

and in mind,

they never really depart.

 

Memories rise like the sun,

reaching out with its rays.

Touching everyone,

giving warmth,

Like the stories that we share.

That keep fires burning,

even when we are not there.

They swirl like the hot summer days,

into your mind they navigate

and that's where they stay.

 

 

 

Thank you for reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.