A Consolation
Why do I always think about those that I’ve loved in the past?
I can’t reach them
They’re dead and gone
Noooo, that’s wrong…
I can hear them
Remembering all those fun times…
Understanding now how they felt
Ruling by the belt
Oh but how I do miss them
Why couldn’t I understand them then?
So vivid are my colored set memories
I can almost hear their voices
They left without any choices
I want to touch their wrinkled parched skin
God…why did you take them away?
Feeling their power engulf my memory banks
They make known their presence
Unaware by their senses
I crave for them…
Smelling familiar scents around me
The times so long ago
Spinning emotions in my head
I can’t fathom they are dead
They’ve really never left…
Life’s merely an on going panoramic movie
©HCD
Vasile
Regis
Love and Peace, B&R
Gwen