Listening to every heart
My book is back, and here is a sampling from much younger, more innocent times...and remember, the key word is "younger"
Flickers of Fire
The warm memories of loving you
fade like a flicker of fire.
Once again I hide them away,
they have stayed too long and I tire.
Where there once was softness,
now screams out in pain,
in a field of yellow and green,
love lives alone, dies in vain.
Where there once were treasures
to fondle and care for,
now are gone those elusive pleasures,
no, I’ll have them nevermore.
A figure to fit a swishing dream
of a golden and silver weave;
now you are bold
lose my hold … and leave.
My heart is cradled
in the memories of your arms,
once again I envelop myself
in the mystery of your memory’s charms
A flicker of fire grows,
28 September, 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow