Collecting thoughts and putting them in storage
Like summer clothes after balmy breezes have ceased
Like wrapping long stemmed glass in paper tissue
And placing them in seclusion after a holiday feast
Releasing a grip that is reluctant to set free…
The fragrances and flavors of saturated memories
Fill empty spaces with warmth… gone out of reach
Isolated and confined to a vault of yesterdays
2/20/08
Treasured thoughts dar'st we let them go to be replaced with? 10 enjoyed Chris x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully done Therese. Thank you.