-The Springtime of Memory-
Naked thoughts,
issue a sentiment of loves revealing...
spoken through the passageways of feeling.
Hearken little flower, to the budding brook of spring,
and leave winters poor light in the past.
For the sun rises, and warms today,
what yesterday can only echo,
in the dim shadow of those long forgotten corners.
Take a breath,
and see each memory as a living gift,
spoken through each heartfelt rift.
Stepping lightly over sun-filled meadows,
laughing in the thrill of each present moment.
No one has passed,
nothing has gone,
and the testament,
is you, here, all along.
© Richard Michael Parker 2013
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