Upon torn paths of thoughts to tread,
of memories past ~ once long dead...

Birth beckons in ovum of warm embrace
so softly swell and nurture inner pride...

So softly stroked as touch glides face
in Summer's breath and golden hue...

Uttered words urge deserved happiness,
as fears pepper such perfect thoughts...

Troubled waters that slip freely to slide
upon cast panes of haunted memories...

Blackcurrant braces
vomited apples...

Steady dripping in caverns of indigo,
as saline slipped from jagged portals...

Left-handed sight
drawn to tiny columns...

Society buries each
dusted soul, interred in...

Morning mists clearing on tor's craggy top,
slope covered in yellowwood trees, dandelions...

Affinity finds fondness in
mutual understanding...

Memories never erased...