ECHOES OF LOST LOVE ~BY CYRIL JOHNSON
Fading memories slowly linger,
Like mist on a rainy vesper.
On the coldest nights of solitude,
I think of your irresistible pulchritude.
Fading memories slowly linger,
Like mist on a rainy vesper.
On the coldest nights of solitude,
I think of your irresistible pulchritude.
Walk
through your front door,
the house is dark,
even with all the curtains opened
and lights turned on
go to the nearest bathroom mirror,
a man lying on the floor,
When friends meet at first glance, do they speak with their toes
and frown with their smiles and greet with elbows?
A Clout to my heart,
Thought I was smart,
A Love from my heart,
till I fell Apart.
Amidst the rain’s fall,
Skies so cold and dark,
Whispers of love in pain,
Curtains sway gently in dim light.
In the silence of the night, shadows stretch thin,
A whisper of hunger, a battle within.
Echoes of laughter, now faint, barely heard,
A struggle for solace in a world so absurd
Tommy my rescue cat
He was only one year old
When he came into my home
After being left abandoned
In his garden all alone
He certainly wasn’t shy
And in no time at all
He settled in quite nicely
With his antics I recall
Playing hide and seek
In shadows cast by strictest light,
She walks alone, away from sight,
A heart encased in walls of fear,
No touch, no love, no comfort near
The sun cracks open, paints the dawn in gold,
A symphony of birds, a story yet untold.
Barefoot steps on dewy grass, a cool embrace,
The world awakens, a vibrant, living space.
Life’s a winding, twisting lane,
Around each bend, a joy, a pain.
Unexpected turns unfold,