Long Be A Memory

Reflections lost in a daze of memories Fading with the setting sun.... ~ Inklings in facets unlatched for display a private grand performance appear in my mind and then fade away Looking onward stalled by the past the fire of love is now reduced to ash A longing still remain another season another change growing weary of despair I fall to my knees unaware Long be a memory torturous of the past fighting for a breath inevitably I crash