Time moves on, hearts remember,
sacrifices made of pure light.
Love ignites inner ember,
protective morning through night.
Deep set fears chime like a clock,
jiggle emotional keys,
visions cause tears to unlock,
cascade with old memories.
A deep breath holds the sweet taste,
of yesterday’s warm honey,
mountain tops known to re trace,
vanilla skies made sunny.
Crumbled papers show day dreams,
burn into ashes and smoke,
peaceful clouds form blissful beams,
overlook fates deadly cloak.
Melancholic moods arise,
quite difficult to describe,
divine hues gleam in soft eyes,
kissed with pure positive vibes.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Melissa Lemay’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #269
