Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Pictures...



Pictures; they just sit and stare
And they never say a word
Frozen in an image where
Hearts and memories are stirred
I pause to wipe a tender tear
Oh, it’s almost like you’re here

The night wind moans, a melody
Where arabesque thought-whispers fall
I can feel you here with me
It’s like you never left at all
I reach to touch your smiling face
No one will ever take your place

Pictures, they just sit and stare
Silver-soft echoes from the past
It's almost  more than I can bear
Yet, still I reach to hold you fast
For there are no words left to speak
My tear falls on your paper cheek

Janet~

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