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