Musical Memories
Oh, how did I forget flecked fields of white
where fairest petals synchronized their dance,
and beauty’s cadence sung to ears romance,
as Monet’s clouds rose lilting notes to heights?
Oh, how did I forget fanned butterflies
adrift on breezes sunned in Mexico?
Their bright-hued wings flirting with blooms below
when silent gazes held in lover’s sighs.
Old love songs stir up voices in my mind -
sounds of our music and your windblown ways,
our soulful rhythm from forgotten days,
my lullaby on darkest nights unkind.
Come now, I long to see you at my door
for love's embrace in dance forevermore.
written 6/23/15
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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