When loneliness
closes in heavily upon me
I open the door
like a treasure chest on
past memories
of holding hands thro'
sunbleached summer's surf...
of city lit splendid
evening drives...
of festive leaves and
feasting thankfulness...
of your warm, crackling
hearth fire smiles
across pungent pine
branches
lit with rainbow twinkled lights...
thoughts of your eyes
lighted with
easter lily loveliness
and new things.
My future
treasures the moment
I see you again
and we
make new
memories....
Sunday, September 1,1985
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