Love of the seasons.

Memories always fill me up when I'm awake like this, at two in the morning. Thoughts of my past and the only tears that fill me up, are ones of great happiness. For I may not have him anymore, but "I would have rather loved and lost, than to have never loved at all" and that is the most beautiful gift I could ever receive.

Tick and Tock
In the silence the thoughts seem to always come back;
Thoughts of me and of you and of us in the past.

Thoughts of bumble bees buzzing right past your sweet face;
Drinking all of the nectar after the cool rain.

Thoughts of chewing gum popping on a bright summer's day;
And of bubbles happily glistening right through the sun's ray.

Thoughts of trees slowly changing from green, to red and brown;
And of us raking leaves then rolling together on the ground.

Thoughts of wet winter snow that I saw only once;
The Christmas that followed made me miss you a bunch.

Now the new year has begun, and I've seen you not once;
Moving on has been horrid, but that's just being blunt.

I go for a walk and I have to stop by;
our most favorite spot and think aloud, 'Why?'

I can ask all I want, but life will only convey;
"Be happy for your memories. Never let them fade away."



Comments

Shadow said…
brilliant. and the way to live? "I can ask all I want, but life will only convey;"Be happy for your memories. Never let them fade away." absolutely...
February 23, 2009 at 3:51 AM
Amias (ljm and liquidplastic) said…
This is beautiful Sharon, and I love every sweet line here ..

The hub at LiquidIlluzion is for tributes. The post you link here has to have something about her in it .. So write a post about her or a tribute of sorts .. I will not delete this one until you have posted another one. Thank you for remembering Suzanne.
February 23, 2009 at 6:28 PM
garnett109 said…
Thanks for stopping by my blog
February 24, 2009 at 12:03 AM
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