The heartache of a summer moon
as a breeze entangles the locks
of golden hair wrapped within
the memories of a lost you.
Strolling along bricked lined
walkways of summer gardens carrying
the aroma of wildflowers a gentle breath
of natural creations are endured.
Remembering the moment of our
enchantment, our moment of
intimate gestures, our moment of
memories consumed within our being.
Long ago those visions came to
our eyes with youthful discovery and
brought a future before the willingness of
you as we became jointly combined during…
a moment when a memory was created.
April 2008
A lazy waterfall
down the face crawls.
Hot drops of salty rain
in a convoy of pain.
A caravan of bitter juice
travelling in aching sluice.
Parchment turns yellow in time’s orchard,
and colored ink disappears with age.
Written papers crumble into dust,
traveling back to Mother Nature’s stage.
Store bought treasures feel the decay
from the invading touch of deadly mold.
Rust caresses with corrosive fingers,
feasting upon the metal bodies of the old.
The dazzling colors of pampered clothing
ebb with the endless load of years.
Stains paint their limp fabrics,
weaving memories of life’s fleeting tears.
A human’s decaying body accepts
the priceless gifts that noble time brings.
As a troubled youth fades into time’s whirlpool,
growing wisdom lessens life’s stings.