Forgotten Stories

Out in the wastelands of life

Lie forgotten and marooned 

My yesteryears

Of love

Of laughter

Of joy,

A story to tell...

A story to hear...

A story to forget...

In unexpected bends of time.

Flashes vicarious visions 

Of my golden moments,

In young hearts.

Racing to each other's core

With no care for any other

In wrinkled fingers,

Interlaced through eternity

Cosseted in aged familiarity

And I wonder,

Would we have treaded

Across the dunes of time

Hearts still ablaze

Souls still intertwined

Or would we have long abandoned

Our impossible dreams

And failed our promises

To Martyr ourselves

At love's sweet feet

There were a thousand more

Idiosyncracies to discover,

A fleet of unfought quarrels

And shards of broken hearts to gather

 A million more dimpled smiles

That announced the arrival 

Of countless kisses to appease

And Hugs to reconcile

All waiting around a bend of time

In a wasteland far, far  away

A story to tell...

A story to hear...

A story to forget...