by Alisa Js
tender imaginings of your face in my hands
your eyes were like sapphires ablaze,
I remember our seasons and must confess
I miss the awesome wonder and wistfulness
wrapped around the promise of unkissed beginnings
shadows dancing in mirrors of pantomime
glimpsing beyond the almost,
we were almost perfect, you and I
and each time I reflect
I still see us
and that first blush
the way we'll always be,
treasured memories ...
Posted on 05/05/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by George Hoerner on 05/06/08 at 01:12 AM
Memories are sometimes all we have to hold onto. Nice write lady.
|Posted by Steve Baba on 12/07/08 at 08:07 AM
I could relate to this with similar memories. Great job Alisa :)
|Posted by Chelle Morris on 04/05/09 at 02:07 PM
I thought this was beautifully written, Alisa. Well done on a lovely, tender write.