There
There in that sacred space
Where dreams lay crumbled
From all the yesterdays –
There where songs are sung
And stale memories play on
The soft notes of piano keys –
There in the unfulfilled dream
Heaps of all tomorrows amid
The rearranged bar stools –
There in the Bacchus mist
Among the sad souls of night
Love comes briefly to delight –
There in that play parlor for
Lonely souls of poetic pawns
The tortured Romantic sits.
Thank you, Romantics of the
World for the beauty of your
Musical notes and such sweet pain.
My attic is crowded with Love’s
Embracing moments of yore. the
Dulcet nights of wine and romance.
With now livered hands of age
I raise my glass to your gifts
Of soft violins and velvety dance
To poignant partings and sorrows
To delicious moments encoded,
Stamped forever in my Heart.
-BR Chitwood – July 12, 2019-
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