A fleeting, dreamy thought
Priceless to be held, never to be bought;
Something in which we treasure
To always and forever keep in pleasure.
We cherish things from our past
In measure to make sure they last;
A host of thoughts to take
And put them in a book we make.
A catalog of past expierences
Always innumerable in their reappearences;
Something we always look back on
With a satisfied feeling that we've won.
- Title: Memories Enraptured by Time...
- Artist: The Dark Angel of Hell
- Description: A poem that I wrote years ago, I never thought of putting it in a contest. I've never really thought of myself as that good, so I would like your honest opinion on how you think my poem is. If the critics are kind, I'll post more of my work.
- Date: 04/17/2009
- Tags: memories enraptured time