Mists of clouds are everywhere, <br />Dust from wheels of time. <br />I long for you and still care, <br />Brawl has passed its prime. <br /> <br />The mirror shows me your face, <br />Even though you aren't here. <br />I remember your caring ways, <br />You are to me always dear. <br /> <br />Nothing leads to emptiness, <br />What will others say? <br />Let’s start our love again fresh, <br />Make blue sky out of grey.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
