A STROLL ALONG MEMORY'S LAKE

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JOURNAL # 41

we walked to the center of our
inner most selves
describing the enchanted scenery
in lavish detail as we went
were we but reflections talking to
reflections
or realities of intentions truly well meant
in very beautiful ways you were like
a lovely dream to me that was near
heaven sent
my loss in those moments was great
your love's showering upon me
was natural, pure and forcibly spent
we loved as we needed
and gave as we saw fit
those moments are treasures
never to be shared with another
and time staring back through
such prism of perception
is silently irrelevant now
for it is fact
we met
we mingled
we exchanged
personal truths
stories and confidences
what once was
in many ways will always be
a man, a woman
and their mutual story
unfolded and refolded
back into each their poetry................
(Sept 8, 2012 1001pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

cleaning out the disjointed clutter that has built up over these last few months now in my heart.

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