I hear you whisper memories in my ear
like death you will not go away. I press
the pause button continuously but still
your words vibrate in my ear, a nonstop loop
of promises you never could keep. Poetry is not
an apology. Love is not obligation. And illusions
can never be real. But imaginings can continue to live
even as your words are lost to me like gilded
dreams caught up in a springtime wind storm.
Have you ever witnessed the moon kissing the sea?
Have you ever once wished you knew how to read my
poetry? Have you ever wanted to catch a falling star
with your bare hands? Have you ever tried to unravel
the mystery of love? Have you ever shivered from only
the memory of love’s first kiss or a first love?
I imagine your words dancing in the wind like fallen
leaves and I wish I could remember the melody so
that I could dance along too. And there will be times when I remember
the steps of the dance but I will choose to free fall in the dried leaves of
words that long ago lost their true meaning.
Peace & Love,