Embers of Time

I hope you still think of me Wherever you may be? I hope you still hold our love dear Now that I am to you not near? Your sweet voice still reverberates in my mind, Sometimes I’d order my mind to rewind- That part where you professed your love for me And how you referred to us as ‘we’ I hope that fire still burns within? I hope the embers from the flames are still breathing? I pray they light-up my wish And bring you within my reach. I still think of you, And that love garden made for two. My love for you is anew Just like the fresh morning dew. For Gail Angel Doyle's contest 'Embers of time'