Dancing sillhouettes of your memory <br />left me with broken promices and a <br />heart that can not mend <br /> <br />Hearing the geese in the fall migrating <br />all in a feather, calling and gleefully <br />flying with so much anticipation of <br />thier enchanting journey <br /> <br />Watching the sun set at the <br />end of the dreary day and <br />to see the rays effervestantly <br />fall to hues of pink, blue and lavender <br /> <br />Closing my eyes and alowing your <br />aroma to enter my world one more <br />time, makes me feel like the geese <br />the sun, and mostly a silhouette in <br />search of its image........<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-silhouette/
