Before the point of no return.

In the roaring silence
he would drink away
and ponder ...
a world of shades
that seem to fade -
a lifelong tide
of memories.

In a dream
he wanders along
the gazing stars,
thoughts trickle
along the shores
in waves crashing
the cranial mind,
he awakens
just before
the point
of no return.

Who will dust
my memories
when I’m gone
but those who
wish to relive
the past.

Reviews

[Neville]

........ You just took the words out of almost everyone's mouth sir .. beautifully poemed if you dont mind me saying so :)

[Chris Shaw]

I like your thoughts here Andrew. In the silence when we can think deep and reflect on life and and its meaning, all sorts of things spring to mind. I am building memories. I hope that when I am gone, the ones shared with family and friends will be remembered fondly and with a smile. I hope they are dusted, but not too often. Lovely poem. I related to this one.

Chris