Traces of Chalk

In the dead of night, the crickets holding their breath Our love brooding the full moon's tide on our anniversary The wind stirs our risen ashes and revived passion That had remained dormant down eternity's timeline Tonight, we're reunited once more as we'll be forevermore Our ghosts dance in the shadows of our old, forgotten steps Down this moonlit, memory paved path to our short lives Past the traces of chalk where we laid holding hands side by side Thabang J. Ngoma 08-30-2015 Nette Oclaud's Sense of touch contest