CAMELOT FANTASIES

Okay in a self-help effort to share my "works" instead of committing them to flame, I present this poem about...time. For David...

Each line that paints the aging face,
Should not be looked at with disgrace.
Because that line formed near my eye,
Is from the smiles of days gone by.

Let it remind me of a time,
When I was yours and you were mine.
A time when we did laugh all day,
And smiled through nights, while we did play.

Never knowing that - so near to come,
Our sweet young love would be undone.
And form deep lines of now - a frown,
Where floods of tears come streaming down.

Eyes once bright now dimmed by sadness,
Form deeper lines as each day passes.
But from the ashes of a broken heart,
Love remembered - can pour out.

For where a breath of life remains,
Capacity for love regains.
The light within returns the sight,
Begins anew to set things right.

And now each line upon my face,
Reminds me of our years embrace.
They give me strength to start again.
With the memories we shared, my dearest friend.

Once in my arms, now spirit free.
Connected forever - my soul to thee.

~Anne Cline