Poem : A walk to the bygones and back

A walk to the bygones and back

I am forced to pause and take a deliberate turn

A not-much desired walk down the memory lane.

For I am tired and frayed, I lately came to learn

I did rather drift along the trail than fight all in vain.

And so began the passage to those forgotten bygones

Frames lingered on scented springs and incensed summers.

Landscapes once vivid and flawless, appear now as faded lawns

Yet I dare not pause to heed to the au fait murmurs.

Stark whites, rich blacks and shades of neutral grey

Were there so many shades in my time? I stand and wonder.

With every hue in the spectrum spattered on the way

Bringing on nostalgic kites that dwindle into wide blue yonder.

Fingers that I tightly held during my first ever steps

Shoulders that rested my head when the heart quivered with fret.

Lips that brushed my cheeks at times of enormous depths

Arms that snuggled me up when I was cold with sweat.

Then I reach the end, which once used to be the beginning

And so here the path ends, with no other turn but one.

I must now walk back to the present inning

For I am now allowed only a glimpse of none.

We all shall halt for a moment at the cliff's farthest end

Then may choose to gently slide, quickly jump or calmly soar.

Final choices rest within us to make and fend

For here begins the journey to the unknown core.