I’ll never forget that place that we went <br />one summer in Devon when we played on the beach; <br />or the walk late at night when we visited my uncle Jack <br />and I was too heavy to ride home on dad’s back; <br />and the trail of treasure he cleverly laid <br />so that I forgot I had walked nearly all of the way. <br /> <br />I remember wishing that time would stand still <br />that time we lay in each other’s arms <br />when all of our deepest desires seemed fulfilled. <br />I remember thinking the moon would be full <br />on that night it was dark and not lit at all. <br /> <br />I remember that mid-summer afternoon <br />when the breeze reached right into our room; <br />the feel of net curtains as they floated on air <br />and the smell of freshness everywhere. <br />And I still remember the taste and the smell <br />of the minestrone soup in that small Italian hotel. <br /> <br />It is strange that some moments persist <br />like flash lit photos in a temporal mist, <br />and the memories most clear which always are near <br />are they the ones where there’s nothing to fear, <br />and no place to go and no time to bestow, <br />with the feeling that they were never a long time ago?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-385/
