Time of Reflection
As our days rush like a swollen river
we gather the days of our memories
in quiet evenings of beautiful sunsets
and soft breezes that caress your hair
words spill warmly
upon ears which listen intently
some from times unattended
some from times of love shared
some from both realms filled with laughter
Could that this solitude of love lived
fill the mirror of our days with smiles of reflections
entwined around our life and love
as we grow older through warm graying years
understanding the years end in a time of tears
when like leaves we turn brown and wrinkled
before falling into the Earth
beneath an etched stone
covered in plucked flowers
In my cowardice, I pray to be first
In my love, I pray not
So I may carry the pain of aloneness
and you may rest
With memories of our love shared and nurtured well
when we sat and talked about everything and nothing
8/16/20
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