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Age
I am looking for someone not here.
Night time, seems to enhance
the beauty of once was, breezes
bringing scents of spring,
lingering causing other memories
to be.
Lilacs permeating the air, lightening
briefly, the memories. A gentle carress
with your hand, reaching softly for my
face.
Night breezes continuing to blow,
softly scenting my night, remembrances
of what was, threatening the long
distance dance.
Of memories left behind, youth no
longer here. Looking into my reflection,
seeing someone there, age written on
her face, the youthful delight is
not there.
Alone, locked in my mind. Memories
of love locked behind. Doors unopened
until now, scents being the cause
of remembering the spring time dance
when love beckoned all.
Bodies feeling soft as
silk, nestled
in perfect content. Laughter ringing
in the air, night time lovers joy abounds
In memories, ages gone.
Copyright 2000
~ Gwenn A. Lewis~
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