Love Poem: Burning Memories
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Written by: Frederic Parker

Burning Memories

Crown of Sonnets

Yesterday's poems now pages turned brown
Lay scattered, torn on the floor of my years
Written long ago with words I wrote down
When the ink was used to quell the heart's fears
These words of my pen of a poignant time
When beguile was a young man's chosen fruit
As I searched for love of sweet scent divine
When lovers lit candles with reasons mute 
This game of hearts was a path to sadness
Littered with kisses and words on the theme
Reheard by my ears as whispered madness
Asked to dance with a love's broken dream
Only to find the eyes could never see
The poems I stored from lover's debris

The poems I stored from lover's debris
Are fading away on time's turning wheel
Written in secret to hearts that were free
They left deeper meanings that seemed unreal
When they explored love's act of selfish means
To hearts left in a withering morass
When they slowly died and lost their bright sheens
To end in a silent sad lonely mass
These poems of love are yet to be found
Lost somewhere in the emptiness of mirth
When soft music set the stage for love's sound
And the cost to love's heart paid what it's worth
To echo through time from each lover's kiss
Captured poems with memories of bliss

Captured poems with memories of bliss
Found on the winds that have carried no blame
Gowns of silks flow as the words reminisce
To describe the faces without a name
Memories maligned now older and sane
Covered in dust from roads love has taken
To reach the truth of deluded disdain
Unspoken bonds when love was forsaken
Shadows from its mist always remain
When dim-lit shades hide the presence of mind
Reminders of years when love turned to pain
When love was stolen from hearts that were blind
To write such poems when lovers will flee
To build a funeral pyre for my eyes to see

To build a funeral pyre for my eyes to see
With flames to burn my brown pages of bane
I light this fire, to set my soul free
And remove poems of passions insane
The turmoil I wrought, no reason to care
Trapped in my illusions that seemed to glow
When minutes of time was fervor to share
Until love became an old vanquished foe
Love was so fleeting when nothing was meant
When lies from love's lips could easily hide
The lost days and nights came without lament
Innocent hearts torn, bled when they complied
Left with a sense of my past paradigm
Poems to lovers I folded in time

Poems to lovers I folded in time
Written in ink when alone in the night
Replayed on the page they reveal love's crime
Of flattering soft words filled with delight
To fill empty hearts with dry wells unfilled
And find a strange world of love derelict
Where lucid emotions are often spilled
Like drops from a needle to an addict
That rush through the cold veins of a coward
And leave as a prize a dark dismal heart
That slowly began to be devoured
When two lovers quietly fell apart
These poems were written to purify
Then lost in the days where memories die

Then lost in the days where memories die
These written words to those who departed
The ache they carried the question of why
No regrets until now my course charted
Perhaps a reason to hide what love sought
As it was born from rile unintended
To learn of love's failings to be self-taught
To find it not real only pretended
And find it a graveyard that always stays
Buried by consent in a heartless space
They took the purpose of love to their graves
And left a memory I now must face
These poems I now toss in flames of grime
Colored smoke will freeze in the air, then climb

Colored smoke will freeze in the air, then climb
To be crumbled ashes of anguish lost
A bell I'll ring as a memories chime
To hold me accountable for the cost
As I kept these memories ever tight
I'll give these poems a reason to cry
From a restless reason, what's wrong, what's right
To watch their smoke rise to an endless sky
Filled with a lover's guilt as days grow short
To release these words from my deepest stain
Reveal my sadness the past I abort
Love's trembling frailty I disdain
To burn these poems that were lost now found
Yesterday's poems now pages turned brown 


written 7/13/20

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