Quiet Reflections

As days vanish in the distance of time And I have reached a foreign thought of death Memories burn away in flames to climb The last vestige of life to leave with breath I'll think of each kiss met along the way And mists of dim lit eyes with love's consent In my head hear voices so loud they stay To visit shadowed faces of lament Though life is a rush of passion's traveled Can I now die in thoughts of yesterday Love was wound a tighter ball unraveled Filled with broken strings tied to my dismay Pains were shared as a lover tends to do I'll find forgiveness when last breath is through 6/20/18 contest My Muse, Mortal