Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


A Flow Of Memories


Drip upon me
Thine eyes of tears

In searching out from depths of brown
You track the fears
Meandering down your face

We find a place apart
In mind:
Ah! to court the end –

We cannot start afresh

In lands we live
Cursed beyond the realms of now

For we could never be

And while we dream of calling back a time
To be as one of love sublime,
Drinking out the days of mellow wine,
Life laughs!

You cast out emotions,
Find another man!

And I?
In my meandering,
I find anew a love with inner deserts
Parched of hope

Onwards!
Now a storm:
As clouds thunder in their black torment,
I cry in harmony,
Sing our song of history

Perfumed
And slender on your legs,
A flow of memories
Lament your walk away,
Leaving me to fail in love
Upon another day

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2014

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

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  • Daniel Y. (2/5/2014 6:50:00 PM)

    Truly, you are a poet above many of the members. Excellent word choice. Flows like wine. Captures your state of life and mind in that time. Like a flow of memories, so it was like in living. But we all need to wake up sometime. Realizing that the dreams wake up and continue their lives without you. So you have to live on, take care of yourself, and heal the wounds. (Report) Reply

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