Deep in your eyes
Glimmer of a distant past
Observed by no one
Tucked away past the surface
Deep in your heart
Masked by layers of present truths
Chronicles of the past
And words never spoken
Gently pressing your lips
An emerging passion once felt
Within your smoldering soul
A space renders uninhabitable
Within your hands
Cradled in velvet gloves
Jewels dusted in memories
Still sparkle on the rainy days
Memories of the past glisten
Like the full moon on the snow
Pleasant thoughts succumb
To the misty haze in the horizon
This is a very eloquent reminiscence, very tenderly expressed.
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then Ihave the right to be."
Felix