Spilled MemoriesA Poem by Michael LopezLiving in memories...
I love the dark sad evenings of late Autumn and Winter. Their moods of loneliness and melancholy, lonely but full of joy. I write by candle light, sitting on the edge of my bed. Shut off from the world in deep twilight, sunk in a dream of my own. Sleep well... I will not wake you... there you lay beautiful and quiet. "I love you". Your presence in my heart drives me crazy. Wrapped deep in my thoughts, my vision becomes one with my surroundings. The world around me becomes silent. All I feel is Winters touch against my skin. With smells of burnt wood. I cherish these times when life stands still. Living with my memories, and being lost without them. Wondering when it will all come to an end. People call out to me, but their words don't reach me. My body is just transportation for my soul. Living in solitude doesn't hurt. Happiness comes when you feel right, with whats going on around you.
© 2008 Michael LopezFeatured Review
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