Ride Me Back Home
A Poem
Oh, dear wanderer, far from home, How I long for your return, To walk with me on paths we’ve known, And watch our hearts again enthrone.
The rustling leaves and trickling streams, Once so vibrant, now seem still, The laughter that once filled the air, Now only echoes in the hills.
Chasing your dreams, you’ve roamed far and wide, Through foreign lands, where adventure resides, Yet in my dreams, I hear your music still, A haunting melody that stirs my soul’s chill.
Your breaths still hang on the thick trees, As if frozen in time, they linger on. I can hear your voice in the breeze, Whispering secrets of days long gone.
And the wind chimes move as your poems echoes, In the mountains, where we once roamed free. The sound of your joy, like a symphony, Filling my soul with sweet harmony.
Together we laughed and talked, Beneath the shade of rustling trees, As summer days stretched on and on, And the warmth of our love set us free.
Our memories painted in estival hues, A canvas of joy and love and light, And though the years may pass and ensue, The music of you still shines bright.
Come back dear friend, let’s revive The beauty we once knew so well, When our hearts were young and alive, And life was a magical spell.
Let’s create new dreams and start chasing, The ones we’ve let slip away, With the years that keep on racing, And the fears that make us sway.
Come back dear friend, let’s embrace, The light that still shines within, And let our souls take flight and race, Towards the dreams we’ve yet to win.
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