A Flow Of Memories Poem by Mark R Slaughter

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