Postcards in Time

Music – Drift

Winter Landscape Sunset Twilight – Pixabay

Postcards!

When l was younger …

l recall seeing moments caught in time,
That friends had bought or taken,
… of fascinations that had captured their minds,
Rocked their world and left them shaken,
… with raw excitement and genuine passion,
That they felt they should share with me,
Hoping their spirited offerings would gladden,
… and that l, too, would be inspired … truly,
Back then, it was the visions of snows white,
That captured my imagination the most,
Simply taken was l at her bold yet virginal invite,
… and allured into that calming sensual host,
Capped mountain tops and an endless sea,
Of untouched moments of tranquillity,
Shimmering silken memories,
Back then, l remember the serenity,

Now …

I am older and used to seeing snows white,
Working with her deep breath,
Feeling the freshness of her gift bite,
Into me, and feel the kiss of death,
Upon my chest, when the cold cuts my flesh,
Her sexuality raw upon my frozen mind,
Weary limbs, aching body enmeshed,
Glazed eyes set in stone, recalling a time,
Irrelevant to how cynical l may now be,
To the presence beneath my feet,
Or the cold and accompanying misery,
Seeing her beauty yearly is still a treat,
Looking out upon a vast white ocean,
Silvered sands covering nature,
Untouched and not yet broken,
Trees like angels solemnly within prayer,
She never fails to impress me, does she,
In all that is cast upon our darkened lands,
By this mistress of such natural artistry,
Who paints her masterpiece with invisible hands,
Sunrises and their sets also taken into her wintry craft,
And such gloriousness and beauty,
Does she conjure up for us from her hard graft,
Managing always to leave the day with tranquillity,
From strawberry whispers to crimson blushes,
Or blood-red traces like drawing blades,
Across the skies, golden seas or apricot crushes,
She never fails to impress us with her nightly brocade,

Captured moments in time from my past,
Within cards were seen as an inspiration,
My memories now cannot be unsurpassed,
Postcards are lovely, but her reality fills me with constant elation

Rory Matier ©2010
Reworked 2023

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