The First Night

All I can remember of those rooms,
Was a haze that fell along the walls,
And laughter that rose and fell like
Confetti bursts at the final bell toll.
I remember smiles wide as sunlight,
And kisses from foreign, familiar faces-
Promises that friendships made
Would not be forgotten.

But most of all I remember
The soft, sweet certainty that
Told me even if every other night
Of these 365 memories is laced
With bittersweet regret;
This night would remain the beacon
Of a beautiful,
Wonderful,
New Year.

Morning all! This post was quickly scribbled about five minutes ago as I’m walking to work so I apologise in advance if it makes no sense. 2013 for me was a wonderful year, and I was fortunate enough to spend the transition into 2014 with some of my most favourite people.
In regards to 2014, I can only hope it brings me good music, good food and good memories with the very best friends. I hope you all had a fantastic New Year and that this year will be the very best yet. Have a wonderful day!

~thebrowneyeddreamer

Daydreamer’s Palette

I spend most of my time
In a world of my own,
Simply because the
Dreams I make in
My own head
Shine brighter than
The dulled colours of a
Reality I don’t believe in.

Love Affair

Please don’t seek refuge in me;

I’ll only fall for a side of you

I made in my own head.

Please don’t make me fall for you;

I’ll only write a story of us

That could never be.

A bitter thank-you; An honest goodbye.

I should really thank you for
Making me perfect cups of tea and
Showing me all your favourite bands and
Staying up late to say everything about nothing.

But I just want to forget about
Wasted tears falling in empty mugs and
Reminders of you in every stupid song
And staying up waiting for replies that never came.

You never really cared,
Did you?

Memory of a Summer’s Night

A favourite memory of a fading summer was one
Of a warm bass note resonating in a darkening sky,
Where the night slowly cloaked a sea of bobbing heads and tapping feet
And the wafting scent of coffee and rings of cigarette smoke
Intermingled with the maze of music notes that lingered in the air
Long after each musician finished their piece.
Most of all I remember the crisp sweet air that whispered through trees
Above our heads, their branches swinging along with the swaying tunes
Almost as if they felt the music and were dancing with us
To the last few slow numbers of the night.

And somewhere between the calls of coffee orders and cries of one more song,

Between the rising crescendo of applause and the cascading fall of leaves,

Music fading along with the last ebbs of daylight

And silence falling upon the slowly emptying street;

Somewhere between I heard a promise-

That although this night would soon end

And the memory would fade from us,

Soon summer would come back again

With new nights there to greet us.

A Generation of Lost Dreamers

I think we should always remain as dazed dreamers;
String ambitions like comets in our starry eyes
And follow their trails across the skies.

I think we should dream of the wonderfully impossible;
Hold fantasies like beacons of soft, hopeful glow
And follow their light wherever they go.

 

Picture version:

Happy

It’s nice
For a change to be
Happy, oh so happy
And not worry about whether
This moment might end or
This feeling might fade;

It’s nice

For a change to be

Smiling, always smiling, so

Intoxicated with joy and

Delirious with life and

Oh so simply happy.