At times I travel back
remembering the gentleness I felt
when laying my head upon the fold of your neck
I think of the security of your strong arms
the sweet tenderness of your careful touch
Your neck, your arms, your touch
all remain special, all remain prime
yet to me, they are closed
they are no longer mine...
At times I travel back to our first kiss
that kiss that opened my soul
a refiners fire raged from our lips
stirring passions, dark and old
passions which set my soul ablaze
guided daydreams of the heart
love raging wild on Summer days
breaking rules right from the start...
At times I travel to yesterday
viewing love and passions past
knowing then our love would go astray
knowing then it would not last
Your neck, your arms, your touch, your kiss
that raging fire from within
the doors of your love have closed to me
with you I’ll never win...
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Reviews of "Back to Yesterday"
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2003
Dreams to remember from your past but good ones I can relate had a few of those moments my self .......Fabulous write Lori
So much maturity in this beautiful write. It is a treasure to hold these dreams and it paves the way for more dreams that lead to reality. The imagery is incredible.
Amor
Oh how beautiful!
"...at times I travel back...a refiners fire rage from our lips..." hmmmmm!
Lori this is absolute poetry-in-emotion. What beautiful symbolism. How I remember my days of wine and roses, to taste no more, for the doors of his love have closed to me...
But Lori, I still love the memories...in spite of... Excellent write. Memorable read. Well arranged words. I'm always impressed by your style and chosen themes; your truth and honesty dance through your work. Splendid as always!
Marion
Reviewed by Charles Mann (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2002
A wonderful read Lori,,we gain strength from our past,for it is what we use in building our future,,take care my friend,,,Charlie
and doesn't it make you smile at times.....
wonderful, wonderful
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2002
Another wonderful write hun. And so much sage advice given here.. <smile> They are right. Time does lesson the sorrow. And one day hun, the right one will come your way. I truly believe that!
Love and Light
dreamweaver
Reviewed by Tiana (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2002
A stroll down memory lane... an excellent, write, Lori ...
you seem to be able to recall the good times...thanks for sharing
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2002
Been there and your right you know when things are ending even when everything 'appears' to be okay. Good write.
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2002
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
I could use a drink. Nice poem, Lori.
Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2002
Memories again. They're always there to haunt us, don't they. Time heals it all hun...yeah one day or the other. It's a slow process and I lose my patience too at times but guess we just gotta move on eh? Wonderful write...!
Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2002
Hi Lori,
Memories can sometime stop us opening the door to the future,by making the steps harder.
Liked it.
Morchuis
I think we have all been in this place at one time or another, hopefully we can find our way out of the maze, with enough incentive. Love is always worth another try Fine writing Lori...;-)
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Amor
Such a beautiful write..
I often take those
trips down memory lane..
Hope you had a
nice 4th...
"...at times I travel back...a refiners fire rage from our lips..." hmmmmm!
Lori this is absolute poetry-in-emotion. What beautiful symbolism. How I remember my days of wine and roses, to taste no more, for the doors of his love have closed to me...
But Lori, I still love the memories...in spite of... Excellent write. Memorable read. Well arranged words. I'm always impressed by your style and chosen themes; your truth and honesty dance through your work. Splendid as always!
Marion
wonderful, wonderful
Love and Light
dreamweaver
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
I could use a drink. Nice poem, Lori.
Memories can sometime stop us opening the door to the future,by making the steps harder.
Liked it.
Morchuis
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