Grateful Musings
She vanished long ago
and stays now a memory of forbidden rapture
floating through the graveyard of my mind's images
that wash upon my thoughts like an incoming tide
churning the sand of yesterday
when I sit alone with quiet reflection
and stare into the abyss of passion's ashes
where I cling to its edge
remembering each tremble in vivid color
grateful to have known such a lover
1/4/20
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2020
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