Dancing sillhouettes of your memory
left me with broken promices and a
heart that can not mend
Hearing the geese in the fall migrating
all in a feather, calling and gleefully
flying with so much anticipation of
thier enchanting journey
Watching the sun set at the
end of the dreary day and
to see the rays effervestantly
fall to hues of pink, blue and lavender
Closing my eyes and alowing your
aroma to enter my world one more
time, makes me feel like the geese
the sun, and mostly a silhouette in
search of its image........
Bonnie Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-silhouette/
