the silken threads that weave temptation
the loves long past that faded fast
a toast to what's not made to last
when what lays hidden spills from inside
when the open door invites once more
when the embers revive the memories
and dreams aren't that but now deceive
as the music plays from our yesterdays
as this day will fade from blue to gray
as time stands still--as I bend my will
one more time without the thrill
in the half veiled glances and close, slow dances
the silken threads that weave temptation
the loves long past that faded fast
a toast to what's not made to last
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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