Reflections

Scattered cross the table, pictures of the past Moments frozen in celluloid. Souls captured. Happiness overlaid with sorrow; Mourning for Indian summers, left behind. Smiles creeping upon resurrected memories. Tears staining the glossy remembrance. Tracing the past, stepping stones through time, each a story. ~two blooms from valentines bouquet Gone; but not forgotten. Tender touch of entwined hands, sated; after loves embrace.~ Flipping through visual diary, reflections of bygone ages. Wrapped in echoes of spent whispers, conversations drift from the past. Gather these splashes, join them to the sea of life and bathe in the ripples that kiss the shores of now.