Love's Ghost Town Remembers

Love’s Ghost Town Remembers Isolated yesterdays Feeding off arid dust, While ancient choruses of tumbleweed Keep passion’s past perpetually moving. Wind blown footprints weave gracefully through Structures of emotion’s main street, Where milestones once fresh of adorned colors Appear mirage-like, Even as its essence remains alive. Questioned of age, Experience remains confident of purpose, Defying rejection, Lifting its rolling history Above and over obstacles, Willing to chance its foreverness at any cost. Such are one’s dreams tempting wakefulness, Cautiously holding steady Behind shuttered windows of slumber, Awaiting the sun’s rise each morning, Eyes opening with anticipation, Lifting one, then two eyelids of daring, Inviting rays of light to sift through yesterday’s shadowed confinement, Encouraging a rigid mind to embrace smiles once again, Invite love’s enigma, Permit it to fortify The chance of rediscovery. For… Even as another day rushes forward to fade, One’s ghost town of love Wants only to raise yesterday’s shadows toward the light, Desiring to be haloed in the dust, To coalesce with love’s sunset And make ready the gamble… Once again.