Years

Years tore past since I last looked into those eyes
time splashed the sepia tinged pages with new colour flashes,
clashing tears, on your shoulder cried
so long since eyes did greet
the worn photograph my only retreat
smiles, distant dreams, frozen memories I still meet

Years since I left that house, under a cloud of grey
so long ago my life stolen away
smiles now barely touch my lips
lost the path, led into a routine of stumbles and trips

Dream time in the night, I sigh, under cover of starlight shyness

I see those eyes, a lighthouse in a storm filled sky, a lightness
once lost in an ocean of hurt now a saviour of sea weary travellors
we see wary traversers of distant continents around us
to learn, so much to learn, so much, to learn
whilst I sat alone in my home, watching memories burn

I framed the picture, lined with a new scripture
a story of love written in flowing ink, my bare walls only fixture
ripped and torn, faded yellow edges
takes pride of place next to my old ledgers
and I close my eyes, dream of forests of words
blowing gales, turning the pages, the memory blurred  

Thanks For Reading

Peace & Love.

Kyle.