Fragrant memories laid to rest-
In the cemetery of my mind,
All hope has been in jest-
As pain adorns the days of time...
Sheer visions of faint yesteryear-
Dwell upon this burial ground,
Hissing soft notes upon my ear-
Weakened, unable to silence the sound...
Remorse does not tread lightly-
As it thrives in shallow grave,
For tears still find the mighty-
My decisions falter and sway...
Despondant, I cast away doubt-
To rid of this sadness disease,
For memories swirling about-
I beg of thee, Rest in Peace...
Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...
[This message has been edited by devina (edited 05-07-2000).]