I Can Recall

 

Remembering you, I can recall
the sweet taste of your lips,
the warm caress of your hand in mine,
the harvest fragrance of your golden hair
blowing in a gentle summer breeze.

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In my dreams, I can recall
your face pale in the moonlight,
the tender whisper of your voice
singing softly to me, the melody
I can recall deep within me,
resonant, like the echo of a rising wind
that swept me up and carried me away.

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But in my dreams, I can recall
only the faintest glimmer of hopes,
now scattered like the ashes of embers
that once seared my very soul.

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Remembering you, I can recall
the promise of a love, now lost,
but never to be forgotten.
I remember the bright glow of youth,
the anticipation of a love
once hopefully awaited,
now lined and scarred by time;
the harbinger of a love
once aflame with desire,
now vanished in the dark distance
of days that are forever gone.

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In my dreams, remembering you,
I can recall the promise of a love
too wild to be imprisoned,
too deep to be fathomed,
too large to be contained
in the emptiness of a world without you.

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09/22/1982