My footsteps fall softly on sixteenth street <br />Searching for the sprites of the past <br />I find only the wisps of memories stirred <br /> <br />I carry a sadness of golden flame <br />Cured in perfectioned pain <br />A pain that comforts my soul <br /> <br />I found the porch swing <br />But it no longer sings of <br />Dazzling lights in night <br /> <br />The sun harshly criticizes the age <br />Of this memory going down <br />Scoarching into a white colorless litany <br /> <br />Where are the soft wet kisses <br />That burned into the bark of my heart <br />Proclaming our love by this deed <br /> <br />Now has forever to be trampled <br />In wind's rushed revelations of falling leaves <br />Remembering soft wet kisses<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-soft-wet-kisses/
