Memory Lane

Birds flying high
Voices of summertime
Arms hold me tight
Warm kiss like spring


Laughter rings bell-like 
Presence surrounding me
Warmth soaks my bones
Shimmering church tower chimes

 

Gilded in the moonlight
Still waters flow,
Golden sun pools in the shade
Its time to let you go.

 

Smile like a sunbeam
 Bursting through cloud,
The one that completed me,
Dead like the winter now. 

The End

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