“Longing to Remember”

to which way does my heart grow
whistling all the while
happiness shall come and go
satin lips and tender kisses
thoughts of love from long ago
echoing within me
bringing painful emptiness
cloaked in memories
of a long forgotten love
to which my heart
beckons, reaching
deep into the abyss
of time

~*~
04/1998


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