Post by Brian on Aug 24, 2018 11:12:43 GMT -6
Where the moments ring in memory within the recesses of my mind,
Your spirit lingers like a long lost ghost looking some form of release,
Nagging at the tendrils of thought that nonchalantly pass through,
Through the absolute stillness of the ever present midnight hour,
Fiercely blazing to life just as in one moment all is forgotten it returns,
Like the firebirds with golden glow streaming above at winter's passing,
Puzzlement creases weather worn brow giving way to recognition,
Light dawns in the eyes with memory remembered unto the crystal,
Where the refracted light focusses rather than distorts the view,
Blinking owlishly as the present day washes away yesterday's temptations,
Though the glow remains faintly shimmering somewhere back there,
Gently a tear falls rippling into the conscious stream of thought's flow,
Even though faded even now remain the hauntings from yesterday.
Brian Paul Sullivan © 2007
Your spirit lingers like a long lost ghost looking some form of release,
Nagging at the tendrils of thought that nonchalantly pass through,
Through the absolute stillness of the ever present midnight hour,
Fiercely blazing to life just as in one moment all is forgotten it returns,
Like the firebirds with golden glow streaming above at winter's passing,
Puzzlement creases weather worn brow giving way to recognition,
Light dawns in the eyes with memory remembered unto the crystal,
Where the refracted light focusses rather than distorts the view,
Blinking owlishly as the present day washes away yesterday's temptations,
Though the glow remains faintly shimmering somewhere back there,
Gently a tear falls rippling into the conscious stream of thought's flow,
Even though faded even now remain the hauntings from yesterday.
Brian Paul Sullivan © 2007
Everyone have a great weekend!!!!