☆°▪︎ THE SINGING SKIES (OF DAYS GONE BY) ▪︎°☆

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places

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mind . . .

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where

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distant

tides

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and

tumble . . .

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beneath

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candlelight

smiles

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where

singing,

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sentimental

skies

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still

bright,

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high,

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wide . . .

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 ~ where

singing,

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sentimental

skies

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wide . . .

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showering

shimmering

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candlelight

smiles

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rhyme . . .

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times

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distance

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days

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find

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behind . . .

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marvel,

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shimmer,

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shine . . .

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glimmer

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fine . . .

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paradise 

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behind . . .

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mind . . .

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mind . . .

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mind . . .

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beat . . .

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be . . .

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try . . .

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matter

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try . . .

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created

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rhyme . . .

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place

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created

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singing,

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sentimental

skies . . .

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high,

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wide . . .

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created

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fine . . .

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warmth

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kind . . .

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this

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why . . .

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this

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why . . .

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pristine

paradise . . .

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reside

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mind . . .

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can

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reside . . .

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can

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reside . . .

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can

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only

reside

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mind . . .

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f

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back

then . . .

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y

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were

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w

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me

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that

time . . .

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were

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w

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h

.

me

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a

l

l

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that

time . . .

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i

n

the

days

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o

f

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rhapsodic

rhythm

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a

n

d

.

rhyme . . .

.

.

.

 ~ in

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t

h

e

.

days

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o

f

.

.

singing,

.

sentimental

skies.

Reflection: This is a romantic-themed poem where the romancer reflects back on a lost love from the distant past – knowing he/she may never experience the same marvel, magic, shimmer, or shine again. Of course, the nature of romances and relationships is that every one is different – so, any form of near replication is out of reach which means we must learn to cherish and appreciate the wonderful, beautiful times we have with others as they happen.

This poem came to mind while watching an old James Bond movie and hearing the theme song: “You Only Live Twice.” I found an instrumental Royal Philharmonic Orchestra version of the song which I played in the background to create the “moodset” and inspire the writing of the poem. If you listen to this song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it. I sometimes listen to old instrumental music like this every once in a while. It reminds me of my mother who used to love that kind of music and it causes me to reflect on simpler and perhaps more romantic times.