Woods In Spring
A sweet memory is one of you,
a tear reminds me, clearly blue
I become, I want, I reach,
all part of a grand design.
We spoke of pain, we talked of love,
we knew again we were well above,
notion of grandeur,
so sweet, so dear
I once knew a woman she gave me her eyes
I knew it would hurt but I wasn’t so wise
Decades might pass with effective nostalgic
ceremony reminds us of impulsive logic.
Oh, my the tears that flow riverside,
will always hold you near my side.
*photo found on Pinterest