Tuesday, November 1, 2011


By M. Jay Mansfield

The whispers in my mind
voices sweet and old
cross the void of time
and wrap me in their hold

A word as fresh as now
wafting on the breeze
A look out on the bow
crashing thru times waves with ease

Soon I am enveloped in memories of them
thoughts heavy and old
sounds that a life cannot dim
Warm loving memories that leave me cold

And not a one would I give up
nor one friend I would have left behind
even as each chapter shut
Beautiful scarring my humble mind

©9-15-2011 MJMansfield

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