Just a millionDelicate petals…Each, gentlyLip-painted pink…A naivePastel trail,WaitingTo welcomeBack your feet,With a devoted kiss… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on pink flower petals fallen on the pavement.
People will Tell you not To dwell on The past… That yesterday Is not meant To last. But they haven’t Walked a mile In your shoes… Nobody else Can feel these Things, But you. I believe that Sometimes The past holds The puzzle piece You need, To fill whole. So reach back, Don’t think twice……… Continue reading Missing piece…
Fragile melody, Relentless Clumsy tune… You pace my days And my endless Nights. Caretaker of My favorite memories, You beat Like a drum, Reminder of days Past, And those To come… My heart’s almost Inaudible Lullaby.
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading No use… (April 30th FFF)
No more than A whisper… I breathe Your name Out to The four winds… Just hoping yes, Hoping still One of them Will Someday brush Against your Cheek… And unexpected Goosebumps will Remind you Of the ghost Of us.
Let me drownin you.I don’t needTo breathe anymoreIfBreathing meansGoing on, withoutYou.
Don’t speak, Close your eyes, Remember, At least try… Ghost fingers running Down the nap of your neck. Did it tickle you Or did it make the whole thing go to wreck? Ships sail, Not knowing where they’re going The sea is always uncertain And I’m just waiting to be falling, Again…
Yearning for summer Makes me so very aware Of any green sprout.
Oh come, soothing Spring! Paint your green Shades all around, A touch at a time Slowly covering up Winter’s dead bodies… We want you, We need you To believe again In the miracle Of Summer.
Hello to you! Did you ever know that You are in the Middle of my mind? Just a blurry Shadow, A dancing silhouette in The setting sun… Tickling the back of My head, When I’m happy When I feel down… No longer here, Yet you never left me My empty arm still Embrace you ghostly……… Continue reading Hello to you…
