IT SPRINGS ETERNAL

A flower remembered, brighter than life,

Colors more vibrant, pulsing with energy,

A love holding on, caressing with fingers,

Soft touches on skin, never more than a trace,

More bold than mere courage, ever seeking,

An excitement which knows, fondness growing,

Golden highlights in hair, cascading waters on shoulders,

Tanned with sun kisses, bronzed to high luster,

Eyes capture the sky, blue looking heavenly,

Scents hold moments, memories of beautiful scenes,

Always comforting, hurting, never in reach,

Dreams that were, now are only dreams,

Hope is left to grasp, and that eternal.

PTR May 13, 1997