Saturday, June 12, 2010

A thought in the passing

A thought fluttered past.
Riding the gentle breeze
That drifted down Memory Lane.
Brown with age
 Its well thumbed edges curled and torn.
Its fragile veins still showing the beauty
Of Love that once flowed through it.
There was new life at the crossroads
Where ambitions and desires went their separate ways.
A decision taken .
Feet that once walked together
Now danced to different drummers .
A thought fluttered past.
Away on the gentle breeze
That drifted to the end of Memory Lane.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


Gathering her Hopes , her dreams of Tomorrow
She wrapped them in his legacy of Sorrow.
And then in the still of the night
With hurried steps , she took flight.
Not a trace of her did they find
Except for the sparkle of tears left behind.