Echoes

your singing voice
reminds me of
a record my grandfather loved
with a tremolo that still
brings tears
to my eyes

Cold Remembrance

Like faded flowers
Memories lose color
And grow brittle

Out of Touch

Is it selfish of me to never want to meet you again
So that I can always recall your youthful face
Shining gold and oblivious under the sun
To think you are with friends
Drinking beer in the twilight
Sitting on the church’s stone steps
Recalling me with fondness
And remembering the easy smiles
We gave each other

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Dragon’s Fire

Over the reeds, sigh the wind
A nostalgic song of seasons past
When we walked hand in hand
And scurried up the snow peaks
In the winters of our youth
When even the cold was a delight
And our breaths wreathed
Around us like dragon’s fire