Dimly I Remember
A poem
A poem
Reflections scrawled on the mind’s darkened wall,
will leave a stain as they begin to fade.
Though eyes perceive what the heart desires,
there is but a frozen rose,
its beauty held ageless
in winter’s breath .
As I drift in dreams of a breathless kiss,
I am content in solitude,
still as stone,
white as winter’s snow.
As dawn would bring no daylight
without dark,
the weathered years have passed
with silent restraint,
and left an impression
that time stands still.