The vault of time's past.

In the library of memories

some old,some new

a few are shelved

not to be viewed.

Many are favourites,

smiles they bring

reflecting colours,

the smell of spring.

Those that weigh heavily

are buried by thoughts

as others lie empty

dead from birth.

The cameos of moments

that have you dance,

the melody remembered,

how beautiful the romance.

With the mind now fading

eroded on time's track

the horoscope  still playing

the memories roll back.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, shelved so we can take them out from time to time and smile...and the bad ones...we don't totally get rid of them....they gather dust back in a corner of the library...but we know they are there...and sometimes we check them out...go home , write a poem and then bring them back hopefully with no late charges.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jacob, you’re review was more than this write merited, thanks again.