Secret love and hidden memory.
Secret love and hidden memory.
I saw her face today.
Made me wander back in time.
Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.
The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine.
Do our memories become less with time?
Do innocent kisses and embraces of youth become sweeter with age?
Do dreams of beautiful brown-eyed young woman leave your thoughts
and you become empty?
Can you escape the dance of long sweet kisses and yearning to touch
tender and warm flesh?
Age allowed us to ponder old memories.
Make us wished we held tighter and done more.
Beautiful faces dance in my head.
Old thoughts forgotten.
Rebirth to make me remember I loved a brown eye girl once.
Coyote
May 2012
Causes me to ponder the future,and the past.
I got old. Now I write like a wise old owl. Life teaches us to appreciate the good times and good people in our life.
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“Rebirth to make me remember I loved a brown eye girl once”… your poems are always so tender John. I really enjoy reading them
Thank you for the comment. Old age make me appreciate the good days in a life.
I love this! Wonderful!
Your poems really stir the soul. Thank you.
Thank you for the comment. With old age. We look at life and the past like a rerun TV show. They won’t disappear and reteach to be better. We hope.
Haha yes writers hold on to memories
Yes we do. Thank you for the comment.
Lovely Poem¡
Thank you Daniel for the comment.