As I walked the wooded path
Past the butterflies and flowers
Thinking of the happy hours
We spent in vivid conversation
My eyes misted with regret
This friendly need no longer met
As we go our separate ways
Through busy disparate days
Funny I still can recall
Warmth and intimate desire
The melding of our minds
The yearning of our hearts
Mine still holding shades of you
Though memories grow cold
Dwindling in the dying fire
I wonder what will be left
Perhaps some undying embers
Yet, if nothing stokes a spark
Only ashes shall remember
etw
the feeling oh better to have love and lost than not at all
going through it now...there is a tenderness to it when it is truthful
enjoyed
Mine still holding shades of you" I like these lines.
"Mine still holding shades of you"
a beautiful ode to sadness...
peace and love, Carole
Micke
Myrna
God Bless
Love, Lena
Peace & Love,
Dove
great write...blow on them alittle...maybe? just maybe?
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love Tinka
Love,
CJ
Very touching as always.
John
Yet, if nothing stokes a spark
Only ashes shall remember
A marvelous end of a deeply touching poem. GBQ