Savor carefully that in life which is sweet, for it is also fleeting.
life, they say, is the journey
not the destination
met upon tangled paths
twisted roads
a singer who has lost the song
carries a candle, it's flame gone
love, he says,
is an affliction without cure
a day without light
a blizzard in July
not a natural thing
simply a bad habit
a customary ritual
leaving eyes red
that once were blue
words cannot tell the full measure
if you would but lay your hand upon my cheek
gaze once again into my eyes
then
perhaps
you might understand
© 2009 Michael Shelby
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