Come fall on me sweet breath of pastures gone <br />And lift my leaden heart beyond this mire <br />Send forth a whispered dream, to ride upon <br />And whitewash all the things of which we tire <br />Though cartoonesque, your images appear <br />no childish flavours languish in thy taste <br />take all these adult shackles of which we’re <br />inclined to find the source of all our waste <br />I beg you never bring back ALL that’s true <br />And shatter any lingering belief <br />The snippets, cherry-picked will have to do <br />Avoiding any remnants of past grief <br /> <br />This formulaic recall smacks of greed <br />Perhaps the parts we hide away <br />Are what we truly need.<br /><br />Danny Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/006-analysis-of-remembering-sonnet/
