As the Wind Fades
Today, although the air is still, I find
yesterday's essence still tarries along
in the consciousness of my own mind
yet gossamery is what once blew strong
faded are memories of breathless sighs
once carried on breezes of love's firm hold
where summer never wiped dry her own eyes
or saw her color fall in leaves of old
reflections dance in the smoke of night's air
shadowing the once exposed in her veil
yet as the fog lifts, I still see us there
naked in the hold of a breeze, less stale
we linger in the thoughts of yesterday
alive, only by memory today.
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