The Ghosts of Summers Lost

by NightFlyer   Jul 12, 2009


When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost
Near the lake, they often flock
On the paths, in youth, I crossed.

Breaking waves upon the beach
Bring the winds of evening's blue
Feeling lost and out of reach
On this twilight rendezvous.

Voices calling on the breeze
Past the rocks where I would play
Laughing banter through the trees
Echoes from another day.

How the drifting white sands fly
O'er this barren, windy shore
Like the years that pass me by
Leaving ghosts forevermore.

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  • 14 years ago

    by NightFlyer

    Thanks Lostlove1. A melancholy walk at my hometown's lake inspired this one.

  • 15 years ago

    by Twisted Heart

    Wonderful... Wonderful. Was truly captured by this poem.

    Especially loved these two lines:

    "Feeling lost and out of reach
    On this twilight rendezvous"

    Great word choice.

    Always,
    Jeannie

  • 15 years ago

    by Ray Blue

    Great work!

    How the drifting white sands fly
    O'er this barren, windy shore
    Like the years that pass me by
    Leaving ghosts forevermore.

    Excellent writting!

  • 15 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    An amazing write! I loved this verse..

    "Voices calling on the breeze
    Past the rocks where I would play
    Laughing banter through the trees
    Echoes from another day."

    I loved how you captured how sometimes a simple incident , (here a walk) can suddenly bring childhood memories flooding back to our mind... and we feel we are transported back in time. You captured this so well :] ...
    I LOVED IT!

  • 15 years ago

    by kelleyana

    This poem is amazing. Each stanza that i red left me thinking...
    "When dusk comes, I take my walk
    Meeting ghosts of Summers lost
    Near the lake, they often flock
    On the paths, in youth, I crossed". This is absolutely great, and so much of us can relates to this. Very well done 5/5, kel.