A Shattered Heart Of Gold In A Pool Of Tears
Eyes Of Blue Surrounded In Darkness Void Of The Stars
Discarded Wishes On A Bed Of Roses Reduced To Petals
White Doves Released Never To Return The Olive Branches
Beaches Without Waves Never To See Sunrises Or Sunsets
Silent Voices Carry No Sounds To Soft Lips We Loved
Messages In Bottles Forbidden To Come Ashore Can't Be Read
Songs Without The Words Are Sung Without Being Heard
Locks Without Keys Open No Doors To Happy New Places
Figureless Shadows Cloud The Sun Bringing Rain To Our Fun
There was a time when
pleasure came on the tip of a tongue.
When fear fled and the senses
did indulge.
Though visions dim and
sound distorts, dismays…
the tang of sweet and sour stay
abides within the aged form
in figureless grace.
Released are we aged crones and cronies
no longer the baited traps, the pollen
for the laden prongs
of progeny.