Oh for the Halcyon days
On which we lavish so much praise
Forgetting they are only
Untrustworthy memories
No better than
Long ago forgotten melodies
Nostalgia is a magic wand
That
Rubs away the rough edges
Makes less and softens the woes
Imbues with a faint glow
Renders souvenirs
Pristine as unspoiled snow
And so,
We dream and hanker after days
that never, in truth, existed
Such is the human race
Painting: “Concert in the Tuileries” by Edouard Manet – source: http://www.manetedouard.org
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Sometimes just a word or phrase sends me off on a thought journey and drops me off in another place altogether. I always like it when that happens, and I think “Halcyon” just wiped out the rest of Friday afternoon for me. 🙂 (That’s a compliment, by the way.) ~ Thank you. ~ Have a wonderful weekend. 🙂
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read and for your lovely words as well. I’m so glad I wiped out the rest of friday afternoon for you 😉
I hope your weekend is most inspiring 🙂
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Another fine, thoughtful, poem. Excellent.
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Thank you my lovely friend 🙂
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