Monday, May 10, 2010


gentle dew drops fall
natures tears fill me
patterns of love and loss
folded away in my memory box

when I think of you
the old patterns follow me
my love still strong
though I know it can never be

2 comments:

brenda said...

Darn those old patterns, and thank goodness for them as well. Your piece evokes wistful nostalgia in me. (hey...is wistful nostalgia somewhat redundant?....nostalgia is meant to be wistful? hmmm...)
Thanks for sharing!

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you for reading my work. Right I am pining away for my past.


Melanie