To revive, to rekindle
This passion, I have hoped.
To once again feel
The warmth of desire.
But this hope, this dream,
Fades on to naught.
And I am left with a reel
Of time gone by dreams.
I jabbed, I fanned,
At the long dying embers;
Where the flame of our love,
Once burned bright, burned strong.
Now, in the cold I am left,
Alone, blind and wounded;
With a dream, a hope,
To resurrect a reel
Of time gone by dreams.
Should I leave, let go?
Or hold on and hope?
This love, this connection;
Will it fade or bold?
So many wants, so many desires.
Oh, I wish!
I wish,
Your heart was still home.
-Esther J. / 06. 07. 2013 ( 3.36 p.m.)
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