I remember you
52I remember you
As the stormy winds from mountain tops, now sits in mist
The moon begin feeding the dark clouds, There i stood still
Watching the angry skies , as they reluctantly turns into gray
A chain of smoke, now joining the overcoats of them wind
going west at times, stretching east sometimes,
and there i stood still, wishing you were here
for what was once shared, i would cherish them
as we walk down old whiskey mountain road
For today, tomorrow and the day after
I'll remember you, just as before







fashion 10 months ago
Beautiful poem but enveloping sadness.