PAST SHORES REVISITED.

Tinges of shadowy impressions creep into the present.

Stories, reminiscences and schoolyard whiles told;

In hotel rooms a scene's captured watched by the

moon's shiny essence,

An occasion printed for memory whilst on the road.

Holding court, a catalyst of sorts, but there's also a

tendency, under influence, to bark, brace and balk,

Telling many tales creating much laughter and retorts,

An atmosphere alive with spirited fun and frolic spark

gut wrenching guffaws of laughter when cartoon imagery

from stories are caught.

A smoke shared, graced by a glass of Bolly,

Loosening the tongue forging a rouse towards states of

folly,

Bringing more of the past back into the nights charade,

Making all appear rather good, game and most jolly!

Yet still living in a world of glamourous re-runs,

Faded glamour, clutching onto residues of whispery,

transient fame,

'Oh how wise, it seems, these nights are; to manifest

themselves somewhat allowing revisits into those

nebulas, illusive, yesterdays,'

But irrepressible is the mind's constant knocking of

nostalgia; never tiring

And never stops looking through its tinsel coloured frame.