Monday, June 28, 2010

Gone...

Clouds brush away the moonlight
Warm air from the fall day lingers
Winter is on its way
and will arrive soon in full force
It only seems like yesterday
Times of summer past, summer last.
The memories rushing to the front,
Like a tidal wave of longing and dispair.
Your hands warmed mine
Your melodic voice soothed my ears
The sweet kisses from your soul to mine
Love growing like trees and flowers
In the perfect sunlight.
Now is just a beautiful memory.
My hands are cold
Silence fills my ears
My soul -- empty.
And you, are gone.

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