PAST TIMES

I remember when the leaves were on the trees,
why they didn't fall was one of life's mysteries,
we looked up thro' sunlight at shades of indigo,
while we made love slowly and didn't want to go.
Didn't want the time to end, rather linger on,
because they'll only be the memory when you're gone;
the space where we used to be left an impression,
caught forever, clinging on to you became an obsession.
Others may be here, oddly feel the vibe or so,
but can't take our stars, even when we say hello,
there's no name on the seat, only in the ground,
arms entwined around each other when we're found.
The time came when we had to leave wind and rain,
transcend, and take our place in heaven again.

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Comments
WOW!! TERRY!!..... this is a truly well crafted write......I love the subject matter too....... the idea of life after death is such compelling stuff and you've set it up BEAUTIFULLY here with all of the great imagery relating to two people so intimately involved in the ballet of Love!!...... Well conceived and GORGEOUSLY delivered!!.......ALL STARS!!.... well done dear poet sister!! (brother?)...... Love & Rockets!!......T xo ?✴?
Cheers Tony - I'm a 'bro!'