Once again from this writers pen
Flow all the memories back again.
Words that touch the heart and mind
And sometimes places hard to find.
Memories of happy times and also hurt and pain.
Let's not forget the stars and moon and the fresh smell of the rain.
The whispered words of lovers flow
With passion only the heart will know.
Many verses are of the past and future yet to come.
While some thoughts leave me breathless, others make me run.
This pen floats through so many dreams
Locked here inside this time machine.
From pen to paper written on the page
Are some of kindness and some of rage.
The spectrum of life given in time
Are merely thoughts inked into rhyme.