The winds will rage sands will shift,
Time has no meaning loss is swift.
Lost not, found many, suffer in silence,
For the morrow brings the hand of violence.
Find Me
Many travels the two for a time must part,
Separation mourns tearing at the heart.
Cry my love, cry. Only a memory released
For my mind, does not know and my heart seeks peace.
Where are you? My love I must find,
I journey great distance leaving time behind.
The lost beat of my heart I search and I seek,
You, my love, make my soul speak.
© Cynthia Clark
Do I really want to? No. i never go back, only forward.
Mitch and Ladyreck
Somethings I want to leave in the past and other things I would like to relive only more wisely this time.
Jobs, a few relationships, travel are a few that come to mind.
Sometimes you cannot regain the past
Bravo!!
Reminds me of a lost love
way back in the day.
When all that was important
was a roll in the hay.
But looking back
I wish it was more.
Than a couple of kisses
and just another score.