Images

It is the essence of memory that recalls the visions of our past.

It rains my tears

the tearful sorrows

echo my thoughts

 

Thoughts of hope

dashed against the rocks

of life's shore

 

With such violent force

I am shaken

for I am a thread of mankind

 

No arms

with which to hold you

I am restrained

 

My heart senses love

my arms seek love

my mind is racing fear

 

Can I hold you?

Touch you?

at least let me give you my love.