The Beach of Nostalgia

That innocent face

That sweet voice

That beautiful style

That charming smile

Everything I had

Time made them to fade

When I stand at the beach of my imagination

Where the time is a vast ocean

The waves are the seconds, days, months and years

These have gathered the sands of happiness and tears

I walk on these

Looking for the pearls of your memories

When I see something shiny

I dig eagerly just to discover the irony

It is not the pearl in the sands hidden

It is my smiling portrait taken, frozen and broken.

Comments

naive scribbler (author) from India on December 04, 2018:

Thanks John. I am glad you liked it.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 04, 2018:

A lovely, well-written poem. Welcome to HubPages.