Drifting technicolour photographs
Sparkle red and blue as so softly
They flow into the black depths
Sinking deeply into the lake
Where the memories of days gone by
Are held until the moment comes
To drag them back into recollection
There to hold them crowned in emerald
Loving recollection, sweetened queens
Of crystal feeling, sucking at the
Sugar coated satisfaction of the times
Of joy and happenstance when the pleasure
Of the moment was enough to ease the
Pressure that arises from a life of strain
With that little piece of paper held
So securely to my soul I can travel ever
Onwards through life's storms and bitter
Snows, even when the picture is faded
And the tatters start to show still I
Remember every feeling every treasure
That has brightened up the darkness
Of my life
Adding your comment:
My Sistas shouldn't fight...especially when you both pointed them out the same way.
