Van Gogh...Lost Lover (September 12, 2009)
What is held in those moments late at night when the light from the moon doesn’t shine as bright as it once did when your hand fit perfectly into mine?
What happens to a memory that is meant to fade as time and aging slip away to a quieter place where the song is sentimental and the image remains crystal clear?
What will a gentle touch gliding across a body once promised never to stray bring to lips that have not been kissed with the passion of Van Gogh…lost lover?
Life pushes though slivers of time as sand adjusts beneath my feet on a far off shore line that holds the answers to endless questions that seem beyond the realm of compassion...
Memory Lane (9.6.09)
Up date
change of status
what’s next
we never know
Take a step
beyond the shadows
slip into something less discrete
Black satin with a twist of lace
when all else fails
there’s always Eau de Parfum
tantalizing the senses
taste of fine wine
touch of a soft hand
finger tips draw a line
map from head to toe
taking detours
getting lost
when nothing in life
stays the same
taking a stroll
down Memory Lane
© 2009 Trilby Yates
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