with my picky picky fingers
as i gaze at you with eyes
full of the past.
I once took a high, merry heart
up into the far mountains,
laid down with my true love
in a dream that could not last.
I won't tell you how
it ended.
A clue is in my gaze,
that remembers those far mountains
and those golden summer days.
For The Sunday Muse
Sighs forever …
ReplyDeleteOh Sherry this is absolutely wonderful! A true delight to read! The clue is definitely in the gaze!
ReplyDeletebut we keep getting up again, bravely
ReplyDeleteOh this is swoon worthy.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by to read mine
Much❤love
Some things we remember and wouldn't wish to forget even if they do not continue on. And even if the ending is bad, e.g. a divorce ending.
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Love this Sherry. Wistful and full of truth.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully penned, Sherry. Seems we all have those golden summer days in our memory banks.
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