Everytime I feel the wind,
And listen to the sound of rain,
And yearn for the warmth of fire,
I think of apline snow,
And lovers in a gondola ride,
Love can keep us warm.
I see that picture of you smiling,
And remember how your joy,
Brought me joy,
Living through laughter and tears,
The ups and downs
And accepting one another.
How the time has past,
And the years have faded.
But a million triggers,
Highlight a distant thought,
Painful memories,
And make my lower left ribs tight,
Like a knot with no release,
Painted under a thousand wounds.
You were my first,
And still fairy tales exist,
To be my last and everything.
Eastridge and prom,
Glimpse of peas in a pod.
Do you ever wonder where they are?
The two meloncholies,
Live like distant stars,
Faint though they shine so bright,
The two sanguines,
Destined to have crossed those lines,
Still keep in touch.
Time goes by so slowly...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright 4.5.2020
