And remember the ones I loved, still love, lost,
And those who linger achingly and remain
Heavy in the night.
Such a tender feeling floods me; I see her:
Shyly daring, soft, sweet, wild and dangerous.
Dreaming red geraniums, she kisses me and
Fades to monochrome.
Memories which can�t be trusted are weeping.
They�re showing me soft lips, entangled limbs,
Bitter tears, and I find myself wishing for
Her warm hand to hold.
Throughout the years I realize my friend would stay,
Yet never mine, and under this blue expanse
Of sky, sea and immeasurable distance,
Her melody sings.
A softer time was ours, vibrant and pure,
Unmarked by the uncertainty of dead hopes,
Before I was touched by any man or blade.
We were forever.
Enough joy, rage, and dreams to last a lifetime
And even through these tortured tears, they remain
With no mist to blur, nor love to deny, as
Green eyes turn to blue.
� Lishesque
20th August 2005 11:59 pm