Perhaps
Perhaps their hearts will forgive me
the many loves I squandered
now an old dreamer's reflection
that floats upon the ripples that cross my mind
from the last stone of memory
I tossed into the dark depth of yesterdays
where the lost first birth of love's beauty
was kept hidden in the pealing trunk of carelessness
it's filled with old pictures of lovers
that posed for a brief moment in time
when romantic interludes were mistaken for love
my hands gray and trembling
turn each picture silently
remembering a world of sadness
and countless sunsets
that fell between the thin red of empty dawns
and days and nights where nothing really lived
the heart, once a vibrant cauldron
of burning flames of purple passions
consumed all thought and reason
and left a crying melody
which keeps playing in the hollow darkness
of once upon a time where tears formed waves
that crashed the heart's barren shores
below the darkest sky of their tomorrow
Perhaps, they have forgiven me
8/17/19
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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