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


brenda said...

Darn those old patterns, and thank goodness for them as well. Your piece evokes wistful nostalgia in me. ( 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.