We found a path
Through the scrubland
Wildflowers there
Poppies blushing
Dandelions
Grinning for their worth
Over the dunes
Coastal heaven
Salt in the air
We found our own
Deserted beach
Empty foreshore just for us
Sun was flaring
Coats cast away
Stripping right down
Rush to the sea
A single kiss
Before innocence lost
I am old now
Remember it well
Love of my life
Where have you gone?
I still need you
All my past life unspooled
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sometimes memories aren't enough..and yet i hope perhaps they are some small comfort
ReplyDeleteall my past life unspooled - love that final sentence :)
ReplyDeleteI also love that final line. It speaks volumes,
DeleteElizabeth
Untold books have been written based on memory. This is a good summer one!
ReplyDeleteSometimes memories are best remembered not relived. Happy days!
ReplyDeleteMy homeless Whirl story!
she's still blushing among the poppies
ReplyDeleteAnd there they walk - eternally along an eternal empty beach - innocence never lost. Bastet
ReplyDeleteRemember it well
ReplyDeleteLove of my life
Where have you gone?
There is always space for everyone in memory. It just needs some sort of an external nudge to bring it to that particular person and not others. It works that way apparently!
Hank