Post by AquarianM on Feb 3, 2006 at 12:48amA Moment of Glory...
In some place an image resides,
Rarely seeing anything of sunlight,
Faded with dust and covered in old cloth.
The ghost of a cheek brushed fills my mind briefly,
A physical sensation of an act long ago ended,
The barest echo of your scent wishes to fill my nostrils.
How long has it been since the sun shone on your hair,
Or the night in cinnamon sparkling?
When fine wine turns to vinegar,
What is there but to burn a candle in the bottle,
Or perhaps learn to become a vintner?
Love always stays young,
Sadly chained to time that is linear,
Brush off the dust for a moment.
There is always more to cover you.
By: Daniel A. Stafford