another one close to my liver

[foray]

_Autograph Book_

They never graced its pages with gems of wisdom.
Howe'er, their names are signed on my heart,
For my life is like my autograph book.

The only way I can turn its pages
is if I recall the colourful times
where they left their rainbow marks:

Laughs, smiles, pats on the shoulder,
Scrawled writings of reprimands;
Teardrops stain and crease the paper.

Today, once more, I rip the leaves of the book.
Stripped of its memories, of which the wind takes hold
one by one, flying away from me,

The emotions beneath throb on forever,
wanting to be remembered. They
are the soul of my memories.

Amidst the myriad feelings, the
essence of those moments remains. And
In the end, all I remember is love.

____________________________________________
foray

[This message has been edited by foray (edited 03-17-2002).]

 

[popkidu2]

The emotions beneath throb on forever,
wanting to be remembered. They
are the soul of my memories.

Amidst the myriad feelings, the
essence of those moments remains. And
In the end, all I remember is love.

____________________________________________

Honestly, I can't put into worlds what this means to me.

The thought that came to mind as I read this was looking through my old college photo album. I don't remember all the moments, or what was said or done many times, but what I do remember, what that feeling, and yeah, it was usually love......



[This message has been edited by popkidu2 (edited 02-08-2001).]

 

[DancingBarefoot]

Both poems are beautiful, foray. I think the website is a wonderful tribute.



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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**

**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**