Memory Poem by Joshua Swanson

I reach out my hand,
Gently stroke your hair-
Feel it fade away,
A ghost of a care,
Leaves a trail of pain.

Blood of my soul,
Flows over my cheeks-
Rivers of ashes,
My eyes cannot weep.

I stare into shadows,
In the heart of the sun-
Behind me, I'm falling,
To where I've not begun.

I see now your face,
In a twist of breeze,
I smile, start forward,
Yearn to touch you again.

But the shadows within,
Stir the shadows without-
The shadows fall quickly,
Leave your image in doubt.

The bitter recollection,
Of the love that was lost,
Could melt any heart,
Be it flesh, stone, or frost.

I raise my hand,
Out towards the shadow-
The shadow of the sun,
Where I can see your face,
And gently stroke your hair.