Thursday, December 11, 2008

Lost... But was it ever mine?

Fragrant memories waft through the air

Silently they reign, voicelessly they prevail.

My secret pleasure in reveries fair

Fades... Almost replaced by pain.

My own feelings ever-deepening with age,

Unaware I was that feelings could change.

To be your friend I have not the privilege

Distance grows in a measure so strange.

Now in silence to live I have pledged...

No more complaining about this distance

This is but the misery of the unprivileged

Who long to live above their cirumstance