The Echoes Of Yesterday

At dawn a caravan of forgotten days come by, 

As spectral images, or like shadows creep.

This unjaded heart pens down a new lullaby,

Whilst flowers slumber, and the dark winds weep.

In verse I seek former days, a soothing balm,

For wounds that age and sorrow leave behind.

A flowing stream, that stills each inner qualm,

And mystic rhymes ease my troubled mind.

Time may scoff, and tongues of malice sting,

No horror I hold, nor heed their idle scorn.

From heart's clear pane, I hear life's offerings,

Each moment prized, though trials be new born.

For moments granted, humbly I do implore,

To share the sorrow my heart can bear no more.

©Affaq