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.
Like two white swans,
upon dark waters,
slicing through the waters -
leaving ripples behind.
Coming ashore in a strange land,
leaving footsteps behind,
letting everyone know,
that I was once there,
in the middle of a strange city,
with a man-made lake,
surrounded by an artificial forest,
that looked so very real.
each step in time,
brings back so many memories.
It was just something,
to please the eye,
mingle as one.
The lake reflecting,
the tears of many,
the sighs of longing,
of wanting to find a home -
a place to call my own.
Perhaps to fly away,
if only I could be so free,
as free as those swans,
that could rise up and fly away,
to find another lake -
in another space and time.
There to reflect upon memories,
that forever shimmer and shine,
of a time long ago in rhyme.
© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 29, 2019:
Thank you, Pamela. My inspiration came about that long journey I had to take from Latvia to the US and it would have been so wonderful just to take off and fly like a bird.
Yes, Bill every time I think that it will get easier here come the memories. I long to look at my home movie videos but just cannot bring myself to do it. SIGH
You're welcome Lorna and glad you enjoyed this.
Thank you, Ruby.
Thank you, Eric. Memories are always made as time goes by but being alone now my memories associated with the past. Thank you for the link.
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on April 29, 2019:
Made me think of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGDA0Hecw1k
Sometimes if we are wise we make memories today.
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on April 29, 2019:
Beautiful! Memories are so precious. Loved this and the video was a perfect choice for this piece...
Lorna Lamon on April 29, 2019:
Lovely thought provoking poem - it spoke to me of remembering and also of being able to let go and fly away. Thank you for sharing.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 28, 2019:
At times I'm weighed down by memories. Has that happened to you?
Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on April 28, 2019:
This poem is so special when you think of the swans and the ability to fly away at any time. It made me think about how that relates to real life, which doesn't quite have that type of freedom.