Poem 120:

Walking Backwards in Time


Walking backwards in time
a line is drawn, but never straight
hills and fields, ripples and stones
shape the valley of our fate

Solitary days and sleepless nights
replace moments of tender, joyful care
when passions distilled,
as leaves and petals floating on air

The road covered in frosty morn
of youthful years now well spent
slides along, another trail to emerge
where spirits merge, then struggle
the two to become as one

In winters storm to remain
until she too, reaches heaven’s gate
there her companion find once again
she knows in heaven, he does wait

for all of those with a special someone
who has passed on…

© 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

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  1. Beautiful,poignant,lyrical. Why are you not Poet Laureate somewhere?


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