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Gardens Of Midnight Rain

I miss the old times.
I really do miss the old times, from the bottom of my heart, from my every cell, my very existence, I long for those days.
Deep inside the soul, from the ends of earth, to the gardens of midnight rain, there were those days, we played and napped, on the terraces of hills green, and in night, silver waves flowing through the heart with such energy, that conveys through my mind such feelings, that we were in heaven.
Do you remember those days?
Close your eyes, blind your senses, shut out the winds of evil, flowing violently around us, and imagine those days, where hills and mountains flowing lush with green jungles, with rainbow birds and imaginary heroes on horses and bright angels whose eyes sparkle a fantasy who stood in front of us and told us fairy tales of earth.
There were times, when the river ran cold sensations, to even the blind men who stopped seeking a path into the caves where truth and sanity existed for the ones who managed to live not in sin but of a free will to dream of a day of future love.
Do you remember those days?
In the gardens of midnight rain, we huddled like children after a night of adventure into lands of kings and queens, away from the adults, whose ideals of a day might turn us into future monsters, and still we hugged close and share a destiny that we will be forever in a bond, forever.
I miss those days, of sweet memories of childhood love when you left me and I left you, together as we followed a fate, into the future. And as the time turned its divine arms and it weaved a tapestry of every history, we came back together and kissed.
Do you remember those days?

Comments

Nahuatl said…
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... nah!

:P
"and still we hugged close and share a destiny that we will be forever in a bond, forever"
Is so very close to my hear via your poem! Feels so innocent n nice readin this poem man...I do remember those days of fun n glory! :)
Cinderella said…
"...I miss those days, of sweet memories of childhood love when you left me and I left you, together as we followed a fate, into the future. And as the time turned its divine arms and it weaved a tapestry of every history, we came back together and kissed."

Beautiful !!
Nachi said…
"I miss those days, of sweet memories of childhood love when you left me and I left you"

beautiful...real...words...i remember those days...oh, how i miss them..

you definitely aroused smome nostalgic memories and i almost shed a tear reading those lines...
Don Iannone said…
GP...I can relate. I too long for the old times, but keep moving on and find there are more and more times calling me. Great one. Thanks.
Darius said…
Very evocative. My childhood feels much the same way. Guess people have different experiences there, however. I've been surprised to speak with adults who remember childhood as the worst period of their lives that they were happy to leave behind! But not me.
Ghost Particle said…
[nayan] okay okay...i kno u left ur brain at home... :p

[scribz] yeh...miss the old days....miss it so much...life is not good at all nowadays.

[cinderella] thnx cind! nice to remember iznit!

[nachi] yeh man, life is so bottled up, so mixed up right now, that only the past remains trully sacred. thanx bro.

[don] future times, must salvage the hopes of the past days. Thanx don!

[darius] some of them hate childhood, but if they think deeper into the past, they would surely love it. Its about staying away, and forgetting because they want a new view of the future...thanx darius.
Jeevan said…
I do remember those days. Playing in the street water, in rain times, feel like flying to see my kite in the sky, building a small house in top flore of my house with friends ect... Nice poem :)
Homo Escapeons said…
I do.
That was a wonderful piece.
What brought that on?
Keshi said…
u write too well mate...wow that was something!

I rem those days very clearly...I can never forget em either.

Keshi.
dumbdodi said…
Very nice, you were able to superbly recreate nostalgia in this.

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