Feeling free.
Fancy. Flighting.
This something here
Is so inviting…
Wish you coulda
Had
A taste of this?
Haha!

Well understand
The conversation
Done overlooked
Your demonstration
But I need so much
More than you could
Ever give

Oh why do we
Play the fool
Or rule the play
Or fool the rules
Whatever’s clever
Works for me
Right now…

And time will tell
You’re nothing more
That all the things
I took you for
Faded over moments
So far gone
From memory

Beyond

All of my belief
Is changing
The past can be rewrote
I’m saying
Hindsight is
An ugly mutha
Fuggedabout the rest…
Hahaha!

This symphony
Oh it ain’t dying
The next movement
Will come
And sighing words
Will always drip
Straight from these
Honeyed lips of mine.

Directed at
Who knows?
Not telling.
For clearly now I know
I’m yelling
At the self
I left behind
But sure
She’s making the escape.
And you’re not the reason
Why
I feel like smiling
Anymore

Alas
The end has
Come and gone
We’ve all learned
Words to different songs
And dancing on and on
Along our merry ways

So take your heart
Go peacefully
And say you’ll never
Think of me
But boy you know
I’ll haunt your very dreams
Cuz you know you never really…
Got to me

Life’s a lovely dream
Keep trying
Find your way
And I’ll take mine
Nice to meet ya
Down the line
What I mean is
If I see ya, I’ll be kind

But if the universe
Has humor like it do…
I guess the rest
Will be best
Now
After you

marelle

poetry humorous free form nostalgia