As the water flows deep dark & silent

so do these memories of you

slightly changed with absence.

These years have flown

with other journeys,

important at the time

but just a footnote to our life.

The winter dawn shimmers

behind the trees, & wild geese

fly their V towards warmer climes

trees drop crisp golden leaves

bright red berries herald coming snow

I’m too old & tired to read between the lines

this world’s engulfed in hatred’s fire.

As the water flows deep dark & silent

so do these memories of you

slightly changed but ever present.

It’s that bittersweet time of year

summer on the run & winter storms

gathering force.

One wish that you were here

tall girl a swirl in your step

the smile that radiates with light,

this life has been a hectic ride

from Hollywood to 3rd world bar

& back via several stars

I’m hoping for a resurrection

before the death, maybe a softer trend

a moment’s breath that’s out of time,

a moment that is yours & mine.

This night is full of ghosts

they whisper through their veil of tears

how lost they are, how left behind.

They visit me in dreams

seem the age of ‘make- believe’

when all of us were young ‘n free:

those days are past

‘n now I’m here, counting minutes

grateful for my dog’s soft breath

yet she must go before me now

strike a path that I’ve not known

until the hour I join her.