whispers breeze <br />fluttering by on <br />satin lies told <br />when young and <br />each day was won <br />tickles and hugs <br />of gentle moments <br />in the sun <br />these are things <br />that memory brings <br />when sitting alone <br />drinking in that last <br />memory, savoring it's <br />purity, <br />rolling it around your teeth <br />cross velvet tongues <br />and ruby lips <br />praying that this <br />memory would never end <br />fallen enthralled maybe comatose <br />towards a brief respite <br />an ominous portend <br />of hellish days and wintry nights <br />which do blend, ascend and <br />transcend normalcy <br />only to have memory <br />rescind my lonely trend <br />and disavow my <br />lady friend <br />sweet memory <br />of long dead things <br />driving me towards <br />an insane end<br /><br />Ralph Acosta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-and-whispers-2/
