Antique trunk of memories
musty, moldy-artfully carved
the lid to raise a Pandora box
of ugly pain; sweet nostalgia.
Associations of youth, recall
the joy of innocence.
reverie of yesterdays.
Sweet pain.
I look to you, a sky of blue
frames soulful depth: emotions
waves of yesterday lend to softness
a new memory of twinkling bliss.
Your face is the clouds
framing Truth, ablaze with
Passion; Simple words of
emotion-inexplicable.
Sweet crackling leaves, terrain of
nature’s roughness gives way
to a connection of now…
to move to sweet memory –
My Attic – a – richness a
trip of your memories
the journey as I now create
my own with yours into
one.
Hearts pushing – thrusting – into
an unknown future of Hope.
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