She Has Gone In the Breeze
~
on the old oak table lie yesterday
on the old oak floor steps fade away
could this crumpled paper of thought
rekindle everything that has been lost
or must I simply sweep them away...
a lifetime of endless dream
vanish in the midst of the crackling flame
of all the words spoken
and all the silent beauty of love
why must only pain remain...
for now it seems a lost color, a lost poetic song
and I, I sit silent upon the edge of tomorrow
hoping I can arrive...
~
"Brian Strand Contest"
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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