I reminisce
Of by gone days
Of old
When we were young
In thoughts I left
In memories
That drowned in my mind
Like tear drops, in the rain.
~*~
I saw two empty chairs
That once were occupied
In the Gazebo, by the sea
My easel was erect
A portrait half finished.
The scene was beautified
By flowers abound
Now the structure is old
Run down.
~*~
The heavenly scent of Flowers
Perfumed the air, I now miss
Until
My thoughts turned to you.
All blossomed, all bloomed
Before my eyes, within my mind
As I stare at the Gazebo
A memoarable structure
All run down, by the sea.


By: William Bonilla
"D'Artagnan"
11/18/06