Softly pink and mingled be
The emotions of my sky.
Setting is this chapter
Upon the horizon of my life.
I gaze and seek for the past,
But the sun has descended
Upon this my memory.
Not again will that same sun
Rise unto this life,
For changed it will be
From the seasons of my past.
Wet are these clouds beneath my pen,
Drawn from memories sweet and savory.
Return I cannot, but set my eyes I can
upon a new sunrise.
Thus my eyes I turn,
but my heart and mind remain...
1 comment:
Lauren, this poem is absolutely beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes. I think this is a small masterpiece. Thank you
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