the color of voices i've forgotten
and so withers a love concealed
in moments of silent harmony
while the world turns days of summer
into nights of winter
spent burning photos of regret
on the beeches of paradise promised
a drop of water falls-
from the sands of discarded time
Written in the mid 1990's.
ReplyDeleteI've twisted these words around so many times I don't really know what they mean anymore.