I remember

there are places I remember 

where the moonlight shines on the sea 

sand goes on for miles and miles 

and my soul completely at peace 

I remember windy city streets 

cold winds blowing off the lake 

locked away on a spring afternoon 

warmed by the love we just made 

I remember a windmill 

with sails that couldn't spin 

storm clouds in the distance 

wetting to the skin 

I remember thundering monsoons 

blustery winds and lightning flashes

raging washes over flowing the streets

creating our own fire and passions

sorting through the feelings of all 

entwined for while and then just friends

memories made in different hues

it all ends the way it began

 

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License