Sweet nostalgia
cradles me / in
moonlit blankets
of memories
As dreams call
out to me again
like the oldest
of closest friends
I press my cheek
To your heartbeat
& sweet nostalgia
cradles me
Gretchen Leary 2013
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You romantic.
Where is the “OMGTHISISFREAKINGAWESOMEILOVEITOOOOOOO!” button? “Like” doesn’t cut it!
“I press my cheek
To your heartbeat
& sweet nostalgia
cradles me”
That ending! LOVE IT!
I love your reactions to my writing. Totally makes my day 🙂
Haunting but awesome lyrics 🙂
this is haunting in the way it comes full circle, but with a more physical feeling… tightly written and oh-so-beautiful.
Memories are sweet, yes nostalgic. But living, that’s the adventure, the breathtaking moments written in our memories. I love your writing Gretchen, excellent! Keep it up 🙂
Love the touching/action in this.
Looks like we have commonality again in our pieces. This time regarding moonlight. I really enjoyed this piece and wouldn’t mind some sweet nostalgia myself! 🙂
Nostalgia is a magical thing – sometimes its easier to live wrapped in dream when the world is so cold, so glad it’s spring now 🙂
I am cradled here, Gretchen. thank you : ) moonlit blankets, closest friends. ahhh
Aww *smiles* isn’t it wonderful to feel wrapped in warmth?
love that pressing of cheek to heartbeat gretchen…the intimacy in that…it plays well on the wrapping yourself in the warmth of nostalgia….i feel the hug a bit in this…smiles.
You’ve got it Brian. Hugs are pretty amazing things.
Wonderful… moonlit blankets of memories!
That pressing cheek to a heartbeat sure made my imagination perk up! Lovely write.
Always exciting when I hear my words inspire someone else 🙂
That last stanza did it for me, a perfect example of a beloved memory. Wow!
I adore a bit of nostalgia, and I adore your words Gretchen. That opening stanza is particularly lovely 🙂
Thank-you. It my attempt at writing a lullaby. 🙂
I love the nostalgia in this, sweet and beautiful !
I like this, Gretchen. Dreams definitely are among our oldest and closest friends. We definitely have to acknowledge them & appreciate them……and be cradled by them too.
🙂 So true. Sometimes memories are exactly what we need to keep us warm
Sweet. Clearly written. Very concise. A romantic feel. Very nice!
Thank-you Henry!
Simply lovely, Gretchen.
…like so many moments I’ve spend with my pillow….uncanny and so sweet;)
what a gorgeous cuddle, such a relaxed sense of security. Beautiful
pressing the cheek to the heartbeat…there’s so much comfort and intimacy in this
sweet nostalgia cradles me… I love that 🙂
This is beautiful all the way through, but that ending is truly exquisite.
“Sweet dreams are made of these,
who am I to disagree?”
Eurythmics
Very tender and excellently realised Gretchen – I will be back to read more… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
Thank-you Scott! 🙂
Beautifully composed and very sweet