Thoughts wet and warm in solitude-- For mind has a trip down memory lane. Heart pumps up the moments In wavy flows of emotions Feelings pour dampening the eye-wall, As tears leak through the misty roof.
Palms wipe them off, the red clots And hanky in hands hides the moisture Under the layers of its folds While smiles peep through the beads Sliding their wavy blinder Against the fluttering window-- Lo, grief retreats down memory lane After it hugs the joy in my sighing heart.
Behold! Joy pops out naked of the closet Casting off aside the old painful garb. Eyes have a free soul meeting With fleeting glimpse of the beauty In a glamorous and gorgeous attire. To the love it gives some sparks of fire.
