Was it only yesterday I saw your face?
Your smile etched words into my skin.
Lovers do not know such things
and neither do I.
The sun firewalked across this poem,
turned the page into flame
then these words into ash and dust.
Sep 05, 2012
Until Nothing is Mine
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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I am so sorry, except that the profound sadness expressed can only come from a memory of ineffable joy.
Anna
Such as Jess said a sadness, that is in the yesterday of things.
That the sun has claimed your words, and they are seemingly gone to dust.
This has past now and memory will be stacked one side for good and the other for the bad things.
Memory can bring any of these to your mind it is a vast library of things that you have done and influences on your ways.
I hear that your poetry has gone on vacation but with your strength of mind you can actually find your words, they are giving you a rest.
I shall sit a while and wait for you to bring a world of words to me that make my mind question and work hard,
Yours as always, Ian.T