Near the sky west and crooked, <br />I stood on the hill of broken dreams, <br />recalling all the lost loves <br />I had so long ago. <br /> <br />Their faces swirl around me <br />as a sad reflection. <br />I recall how with each one there, <br />love faded beyond repair. <br /> <br />However, with those sad reflections <br />I look at what I have now <br />and wonder if I would have been <br /> as happy as I am now. <br /> <br />If those old loves hadn’t faded <br />like the morning mist warmed by the sun. <br />One will never know what might have happened, <br />or where I‘d be today. <br /> <br /> <br />22 June 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faded-loves/
