Faded Photographs

Beneath the dawning light of the autumn sun
Where the tranquil air slowly breathed;
Gentle breeze caresses the lonely strands,
Blowing along where thoughts drifted.

As brooding eyes gazes over cloudy pages,
And quivering hands tinkered along each shadowed faces;
The heart slowly remembers,
Drifting along and wander.

These photographs of once sweet past,
Would bring along memories of how it used to be,
Though faded it may be.

Even if the mind tries to forget;
Those once innocent dreams,
Of a long gone yesterday
The heart would not follow,
And memories would not let go.

For in it's reminiscence
Of what could have been,
From these faded photographs,
Where the promise of a faded yesterday lives.

Poem's brief history:

Written on September 21, 2000 at 00:15 am. Inspired by a postcard of a woman looking out on a field while her hair strands are being blown by the wind.