(Model: Naomi Tamez )
You are but a dream,
The whisp of an ideal,
A vision from my memory
That seeps through my fingers
Like the sand on a wind-blown shore.
A summer dream that warms me
In the chilly wind of old age;
A memory of a young man
Waking to life and deep passion.
A dream of happiness once
Possessed but foolishly left behind
Like a full moon setting
On a lazy summer’s night.
Hovering over the abyss of nothingness,
My soul shall find itself alone
In that silent solitude
Where the spirits of the dead
Await the awakening of memories.
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About the Creator
Eric B. Ruark
I am an award-winning storyteller and photographer who has published several mystery stories with Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. My sci-fi mystery novels are on Amazon and are available in both e-book and paperback formats.
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