Bridges of the past crossing my mind
reminding me of leisure rides, once mine
While a fine fine sun coated my yearning desires
I flew into the stormy spaces of a wide open world;
Polka dot dresses, sunglasses of yellow
Elizabeth Arden lipstick and lemonade kisses
You were always at my side, tanned and beautiful
fresh as linen by the covet of the sea;
Sandcastle dreams and sailboat rides
beneath the boardwalk, promises made with pride
Junctions, intersections, passages never to be reversed
I recall soaking in the stars, cradled in the sand
swaddled with the cautery and charms;
A bridge was crossed, and when I count
the things I've lost,
you come to mind,
a ship at sea, searching for its ghost.
Categories:
cautery, memory,
Form: Free verse