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Shadows of the Past

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

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Shadows of the past,

are ever following me,

I can hear the soft whispers -

of things that used to be.


Shadows of the past,

never fail to delight me,

they remind me of gladder times,

when together were we.


Shadows of the past,

on silent feet of the night,

when the stars come shining up above,

I know your smiling upon me.


Shadows of the past,

always welcome to me,

I can almost see,

the days that have once been.


Shadows of the past,

following me through the years,

making me remember and smile -

drying all the tears.


Shadows of the past,

I wonder if you think of me,

as much as I think of you,

as much as my heart aches.


Shadows of the past,

will be with me always,

reminding me of the faces and places -

the times that stay in my memory.


Shadows of the past,

always shine upon me,

they comfort my soul,

knowing someday we’ll meet again.


Shadows of the past,

photographs never forgotten

they seem to come alive again,

as I gaze upon them.


Shadows of the past,

in the dark of night,

as the moon shines bright -

come out to dance with me.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

Comments

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on August 30, 2017:

Shadows of the past always do Kari.

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on August 30, 2017:

Shadows of the past always do Kari.

Kari Poulsen from Ohio on August 29, 2017:

Oh, my shadows of the past...some bring me happiness, some sorrow. :)

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on July 29, 2017:

That for sure is the way it is Mike. For me the shadows that gather at night inspire much more than those that gather in daylight.

mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on July 28, 2017:

Hello Gypsy - This plays out like stepping stones of love. We skipped down them as we stumple along.

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on July 25, 2017:

Thank you Jackie.

Thank you Ryan.

Ryan from Louisiana, USA on July 24, 2017:

One thing about the past, it is always behind you. No matter how many times it may catch up to you, it will always be trailing. Sometimes it is hard to forget the past. Sometimes the past can repeat itself. Very good message you show in this poem. I really enjoy this one.

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on July 24, 2017:

Very good...and I love the flow and rhyme.

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on July 24, 2017:

Thank you FlourishAnyway. Glad it brought back memories.

Thank you ThreeKeys. That sounds wonderful having a library of memories.

You welcome Eric glad you enjoyed this.

Thank you Bill.

You welcome Bronwen.

That is so very true Demas.

Demas W Jasper from Today's America and The World Beyond on July 22, 2017:

Memories are the soft cushions we fashion on which our aging years will rest.

Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on July 22, 2017:

Our past is what helps to make us what we are today. It's so good to reminisce - thank you for your lovely poem.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on July 22, 2017:

Well I have a lot more shadows than you do, and boy, oh boy, are they ever loud. :) Loved this!

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on July 22, 2017:

Thank you this is beautiful

threekeys on July 22, 2017:

The past is wonderful. I just would like to create a few more memories so I can have a library of memories to fill up my mind when I am elderly and I'm spending time out on the front verandah:) I have a lot of catching up to do! Your write with beauty.

FlourishAnyway from USA on July 21, 2017:

I liked this a lot. It makes me think of someone looking back through old photo albums.