Friday, 17 April 2009

Alison

Years erode and memories scatter
Subtle imprints
Of your touch
I reach in faith but only flounder
Anchor…
And to kindness clutch

I remember…

Your first look
My purpose took
And spirit quickly won

Your first smile
Is blinding while
Inept I stutter on

And then…

The ritual dance
I blow my chance

Hopeless fumble
Passion stumble
Ardour crumble

...and I never dance again

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