A Wishful Never Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Days so long ago
So many nights awake much longer
Anon mine is a feeling none should ever know
Beware a place the mind must never wander

Each moon reflects a feeling lost
Alone is lived this Hell, Asunder
Every moment lays hold of a moment more
Then burns away the witching hour

Flowers wait the cold for their admires
Spring reminds them when to grow
Love is holding on to perfect moments
A special touch to let us know

Ever is the search for precious memories
Held so dear when love must part
Cold Springs may never tell the flowers
As mine must never tell my heart

(05/13/2019)