Memories, a poem by Don Flecknoe at
Ralph Nas



written by: Don Flecknoe


Bathed in morning mist.
They stroll along the water’s edge,
Waves softly rumble, hiss,
Surrender to the shore.

Their fingers touch, all that longing washed away.
That secret path, to so much more.

A fragment in time, ephemeral.
Their minds in unison, emotions soar.

Beyond their dreams together they fly,
No past or future only now and as they lie,
Two spirits as one, floating free,
This rapture, this place is theirs alone.


Why was this love, a dandelion in the wind?
Was it all so long ago?
For him these memories linger,
Such pain, and yet such joy,
Even now, and ever more.

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