Elusive words that make our poems Are fragile loans from him above That ride the wings of butterflies And signify a gift of love. And sensed the nearness of angel wings That keep their vigil overhead. As nodding leaves recite a prayer. Their sorrow has not washed away Though rains have tried to flush the stain. But vestige of yesterday remains In shards that claw the heart and mind Where scars survive with endless pain.
Nightmares torment next of kin When ghosts return to claim their space.
The silver strand of fading day has slipped behind the sea Reflections slowly lose their glow as evening calls to me. All rights reserved.