whispers breeze

whispers breeze
fluttering by on
satin lies told
when young and
each day was won
tickles and hugs
of gentle moments
in the sun...

these are things

that memory brings
when sitting alone...

drinking in that last memory, 

savoring it’s purity,
rolling it around your teeth
cross velvet tongues and ruby lips
praying that this memory 

would never end

fallen enthralled maybe comatose
towards a brief respite an ominous portend
of hellish days and wintry nights which do blend, 

ascend and transcend normal cry
only to have memory
rescind my lonely trend
my friend...

sweet memory
of long dead things
driving me towards
an insane end...