Memories
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.
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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.
I have been a member of the Poets and Writers on the Tweed for over five years and have been writing for pleasure for over fifteen years. I am a retired architect, 83 years old. In my career I have been required to write detailed submissions to governmental departments and councils.
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