A beacon sending a flash of light over the stormy sea,
Wind tossed foam upon my face, is this really me?
A lonely Gull rising on each gust of wind slicing the night air.
This experience my Love I will only with you share.
Once we were young, we kissed and hugged.
Feelings so tender we exchanged in those far off days.
Now my love my mind is blank as if in permanent haze.
Moments come through to me as you caress my face.
Hold me tight my precious one in another long embrace.
Comments about this poem (Anamnesis. by Bernard Shaw )
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