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And sad memories, perhaps, linger the longest of all, holding us, touching us, never seeming to let go. Especially when the very majesty of our world is a constant reminder of what we had. Of what we lost.
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|by Michael Anderson|
Alone, in misty ocean air,
Amidst the shore, I sit and stare.
Fathomless realms of endless blue-
Reflect the love I still hold for you.
A love seemingly never-ending.
Ever deeper in depth descending.
Dazzling in the sun by daylight,
Weeping with the stars at night.
A beauty somewhat paralyzing.
A memory so mesmerizing.
With emotion of soul still set aflame,
Unconsciously, I call your name.
In heart crying out for what's missing,
I remember holding, touching, kissing.
In bleeding passion, begging for more,
Making love upon this very shore.
In rising tide, taking my stand,
My feet cemented in the sand.
With burning waves of freezing fire-
Rolling in higher and higher.
I hold my vow, I will forever.
Letting no dying dream dissever-
From my heart what I know to be true,
The pure bliss of loving you.
But before the break of dancing dawn,
If but in the shadow of Hope, drawn.
A soul will cease to ache and need.
A heart at peace, no-longer bleed.
In idle longing, undertaken-
By the Night's tide, ne'er again forsaken.
In all my love, perfect and true,
I'll drown in waves of endless blue.