Fading Memories
Poetry
Poetry
Reflections scrawled on the minds 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 bone, 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.