how different
is
the night
without love’s song
when
winds
blow memories
into
the darkness
and
love
becomes
a faded memory
like
a child’s laughter
captured
in an old photograph
one
left
in
an old
oak dresser
destined
to be
in
some
auctioneer’s
lot box
for
a quick sale
to
the highest
bidder
without
a thought
to
the
memory
of
its
enduring love
Ah, Charlie– I woke up early and came downstairs to work on a series of short duets I’m writing called “Mirrors.” I don’t usually look at email first but I did today and this poem was waiting. It is how I’ve been feeling, my friend. So I reach out electronically across the country to say thanks. My CD will begin winging its way to you later today.
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very nostalgic and beautiful Charlie!
Ah, Charlie– I woke up early and came downstairs to work on a series of short duets I’m writing called “Mirrors.” I don’t usually look at email first but I did today and this poem was waiting. It is how I’ve been feeling, my friend. So I reach out electronically across the country to say thanks. My CD will begin winging its way to you later today.
Beautiful rendering of longing and loss.