memories and whispers

whispers breeze
fluttering by on
satin lies told
when young and
each day was won
tickles and hugs
of gentle moments
in the sun
these are things
that memory brings
when sitting alone
drinking in that last
memory, savoring it's
purity,
rolling it around your teeth
cross velvet tongues
and ruby lips
praying that this
memory would never end
fallen enthralled maybe comatose
towards a brief respite
an ominous portend
of hellish days and wintry nights
which do blend, ascend and
transcend normalcy
only to have memory
rescind my lonely trend
and disavow my
lady friend
sweet memory
of long dead things
driving me towards
an insane end