(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
That Which I Treasure... - Poem by (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
I recall the sweet years of yesterday.
I especially remember you. You with the dark,
silken hair and as your eyes fluttered like angel wings,
laughter danced in your eyes
You constantly spoke of things to be. A symphony
or words and thought. Every moment, your entire being,
propelled into life and they adventures it held.
Forever racing toward the next discovery.
Toward all the mysteries of life, that had
yet been revealed.
A lone butterfly, gliding in the summers day, to watching
a New Years celebration, to the last flower on the
threshold of winter, you held all, as a treasure of
life. You embraced every experience, as a
testament of living.
What of my treasures? What do I hold dear? Surely,
among them, are the moments, I have spent with you.
I often wonder, do you think of me...as I have thought of you?
© Joe Fazio
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