Our Songs

Music played too loud,

In a room dimly lighted;

Words sung by memory, 

Feelings fully ignited.

Caught in the rhythmic beat,

Memories reach for release;

Through eyes filled with tears,

Freed emotions now increase.

Tucked away in the lyrics,

The ebb and flow of my life;

It's where I've filed away the pain,

It's how I've dealt with strife.

Now, in music played too loud,

I retrieve all I've felt before;

Taken to live now with me,

Until I can feel no more.

                                                  From the, "Poetry of Nana Lynn (me)