slow torment
Slow torment
chasing that small, small spark
rekindling my Spirit, lighting the fires of my Heart
freedom of my Soul surrendered
as the tears fall gently down my withered cheeks
I remember a Love given so long ago
the teasure, the memory of that night
the aroma, of lilies in the valley, my wanting to move so
slow
is this dream so valuable, only to me
to the other heart lost so long ago, I really do not know
I do not know what to say, could it be
drifitng in my mind, my heart, my Soul
sweet taste of Sweetheart candies
summer picnics, schools now closed, nowhere else to turn
or go
Gardens, full of colors, palest of pastels to vivid pinks
and burgundies
Flowers rosebuds, violets, many more and yes, some catus
too
no wisdom of the world or Love
just youth and me alone, alone with you
and time ... seemly neverending time
Slow torment ...
of my Soul, my heart, my mind
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