A gift of red heat dozing,
A waterfall from eyes closing,
Images of light disappear,
Their passionate grip once dear.
Gray memories behind me leave,
Their testimony but a tease,
Destined together we were,
Entwined in a twirling blur.
Honey toned sirens declare,
From tangled weeds full flared,
Songs erased by their thirst,
My heart from bosom to burst.
Spoken stories eternal beware,
My library now spilt bare,
In schemes of dreams’ lament,
On hardwoods lay letters unsent.
Very nice brother!Sent from my iPhone
LikeLike
People our age will understand. Younger readers, perhaps not.
LikeLike