I Remember
Exactly what was needed for
a wanderer of sandy shores,
ever full of hope, as fiery
as mountain flames, and eerily
it came to me; the darkened ghost
who glided softly over me.
And felt the cool of shining sea's,
it made a wild and song of me,
A man as lost and weak as I
who still waits, and wondering why
I forgot nothing she has said
or losing words I once had read,
Why forget?
When I remember.
Copyright © Jake A. | Year Posted 2015
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