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.

Tears....

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.