Memories long and pleasant spent
Of touch and thoughts of you,
Of kisses deep and heaven sent,
And in your arms I grew.

Of loving life with dreams replete,
Our souls combined, yet still,
How sudden ended and complete,
The anger - love did kill.

Sorrow quickly took its course,
Now life, its beauty spent,
And all I own is deep remorse,
For the dreams we never dreamt.

At times I drift on golden strands,
And dream of you once more,
Praying - clasping desperate hands,
Wait! I hear a knocking at the door.

Author: Bill