short poem

A Reverie

“Memory, hither come
      and tune your merry notes”
                            William Blake

light reverie came upon me
in singing ayrs of that we were
and in those sweetest melodies
a lyric lost was hanging there,

and this forgotten memory
held music played so fair
of endless hopes and night less days
that did my troubles bear,

dark melancholy did away
and fled to futures far
the past held in this music’s sway
is such a light memoir.