Sunday, May 6, 2012

I didn't have a muse, so I borrowed someone else's

Sparklers


I remember when I loved you
But all such feelings stray
And all extinctions fade
Into the past to be forgotten
An angel draped in cotton,
As I am sure you were.
All distinctions blur with age
As symbols on a page
Until I cannot recall your face
Save your smile, your touch, your grace
The ways that the sunlight
Lit your hair, reminding me of sparks
Lighting my way through the dark
Always bringing me home.

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