IN THE LONG AGO..
In the long ago, when first we had met; when words of silence, fell between, in twilight. As misty, morning thoughts.. inspire. As the smell of roses, seeped through windows unlocked, always; the man is somewhere. Even in thought, his words are cool, and soothing. Anonymous he’ll be around me.. yet he clings to me, as a flower to the vine.. my faithful one, my rock.
Art, Poem by: DDSonnenburg(dd)