Friday, February 25, 2005


i remember the quiet times of reflection at sunset
we sat on the dock, your head laid on my lap
my fingers ran through your hair
in your eyes i would look inside to your soul
but those same eyes had shed tears in the end
sometimes i watch the sunsets like i have in the past
sometimes i turn away as memories rush back
there was a time you were innocent and sweet
but then something happened that changed you
and those quiet times of reflection became sparse and rare
a novelty item that i longed for so many times before
and those sunsets fade off into the horizon forever

© 2003, 2005 thomas bates

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