Flickering evening shadows
make liars of the night.
For a brief moment on the wall,
you were there with me..
locked in firey passion.
Our souls touching and
fusing into one,
etched in my memory
of a time long ago.
Sweet sweet dances of life,
touching, holding, exploring
our thoughts, our feelings,
our love.
Desperately searching, clutching
each moment to my breast
the hollowness of a tomb
over takes me.

          

Kay Ekwall ©