My dreams, in carrousel, spinning in my head bring memories of you.
The colors seem to me a spectrum of all of you I knew.
As I spin, the wind blows in the soft whispers of your name;
Music to my ears, I too once did the same.
A crescent tear falls and it floods my mind
And I realize love is hard on the heart and sometimes unkind.
And yet it stops not my love for you,
But, rekindles your beauty like none other can do.
Unfaltering, unyielding, the carousel never ends
And likewise in it, my love for you begins.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
My dreams, in carrousel, spinning in my head bring memories of you.
The colors seem to me a spectrum of all of you I knew.
As I spin, the wind blows in the soft whispers of your name;
Music to my ears, I too once did the same.
A crescent tear falls and it floods my mind
And I realize love is hard on the heart and sometimes unkind.
And yet it stops not my love for you,
But, rekindles your beauty like none other can do.
Unfaltering, unyielding, the carousel never ends
And likewise in it, my love for you begins.
1990
In loving memory of my younger brother.
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