Night From the Past
My soul lingers in a night from the past
To measure the pain in the time I own
The enduring moment in my mind will last
Its passion's rhythm from a saxophone
A memory held like a precious jewel
A sun which rose on yesterday's caress
A fleeting glimpse when love played a fool
When hearts tore with nothing more to confess
My mind holds to the memory I seek
Found in the echo which is always heard
When time is silent and memories speak
As music cries from notes that have no word
How clear I see a night so long ago
Burned in my mind by its eternal glow
2/21/15
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
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