A Silent Memory

Memories are silent thoughts in life's tragedy We were lovers who crossed the boundaries of passion, forever hungry lost in the fog of wants and needs like two blemished flowers trapped in the wind of desire becoming conductors in a symphony of emotion holding our truths tight to musical cords of understanding bringing sound and motion to our world of madness that grew out of our yesterday's follies which lay hidden in the dark corners of our failures shared without words of promise Dare we pass this way again we would love once more in a binding of failed hearts that found time for the heartbeat of another when we danced the dance of lovers tied to one another, tied to no one stopping our lives briefly to exchange melodies drunk on passionate forces beyond our control when beauty was a face that poured honeyed sighs from a breath like the lingering scent from a fresh-cut rose when love was a drink to quench our thirst from our wandering desert parched and yearning to be loved before we said goodbye and planted a final kiss to memory