RETROSPECTIONS

As yesterdays fall into today

I look for the prints

The scraps of your being

That tell you've been here

Those bits I hold dear

The drops on my lashes

The random memory flashes

The lingering scents of spring

The chills that breezes bring

I see the storm clouds building

The horizons turn to grey

Colours that leak out of the skies

Behind my eyelids play

They paint pictures of starry nights

That turned to whitewashed days

Reflections of my raging thoughts

In wildly violent arrays

I pick up our petals, fallen

Among the blades of grass

And let them drift back again

To where they lay

In reminiscence of moments

Of riotous passions lived

For that's where they belong

Among memory's play

As yesterdays fall into today...

MS