In recognition of my return to California, a poem for today: Empty glasses at dirty tables they speak of a time when things had promise and there was laughter in the hearts of others who had dreams in their eyes big enough to swallow the sun In order to resuscitate the legions who had lost what they yearned for as they acted out their only roles during times misspent. The lipstick on the edge of night shines with the love that went into its placement during those days when man and woman grew old together and left crowded rooms arm in arm to return to their homes to contemplate their lives one with the other through the timeless hourglass of their eyes. It reminds us as we see it fade of this one eternal truth: " Why do we pine for that which we have never attained in this world, When all we could have possibly hoped for in life was given to us Without even asking?"
Posted on: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 12:30:40 +0000
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