MEMORY of YOUR FACE

 

Burnt onto the pages of my ancient history,

is the story of our love;

a spiritual decree.

Penned onto the memory of my simple,

fleeting life,

is the epic of our union,

quite beautifully described.

I am stunned by the depth of your soul.

Shall I be forever mystified?

And this evening,

brazenly confetti’d up on a Hollywood freeway overpass,

I saw your initials set upon a fractured heart.

While my soul bleeds adoration in silence,

I wonder if this is love’s crucifixion?

Is this the way Mary felt in the garden?

An answer is of no consequence,

for what I shall remember long after I have died,

is the memory of your face, 

indelibly inscribed.

 

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. johncoyote says:

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. johncoyote says:

    Amazing poetry. Artwork and words. Outstanding.

    Liked by 1 person

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