No escaping them and <br />they are blessed by <br />origins survival true <br /> <br />A fleeting glance cannot <br />allay devotion beaming <br />through reminding me <br /> <br />There is a life they say <br />in tones and colours <br />of the palest shades <br /> <br />And these mementos <br />blaze above the pyres <br />of love’s mislaid lament <br /> <br />Your sentence is to die <br />a thousand deaths with <br />each enamoured glance <br /> <br />I cannot look and try to <br />turn away – nothing left <br />but pungent memories <br />© 23 October 2009, I. D. Carswell<br /><br />Ivan Donn Carswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mementos-2/
