memories by phil burns
silver fish dance in moonlit surf
mermaids frolic in turquoise hue
we two holding hands on golden sands
these are my memories of you
water falls down a steep sided gorge
eagles soar in skies brilliant blue
ravens who call to tell you they guard
these are my memories of you
fountains bubble on moss covered rock
cobbled lanes that were never new
city of artists vibrant alive
these are my memories of you
hair tangled wild in summer Mistral
dazzling smiles that I believed true
eyes with a promise of eternity
these are my memories of you
casual goodbye when last we met
a heart that is broken in two
tears that keep flowing never to stop
these are my memories of you
I love your magical words, full of joy for the gilded memories.
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Joy and sadness, twin emotions that let us know we are alive.
Thank you, Brenda.
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Dearest Elephant, You are so eloquent with your words that is music on a page – this is just beautiful – Absolutely Beautiful! Well done! Nan
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My dear Nan
Your comment is music to AnElephant’s big floppy pink ear.
He thanks you from the bottom of his trunk.
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Beautiful as always.
Love in magical places has a glow of its own, and binds the soul to its spell.
I love the reference to Aix.
A place full of memories for me as well. Magic indeed.
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Merci, Emmy.
Aix is so easy to conjure up with its remarkable fountains, depth of culture and fascinating history.
Une ville vivante!
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Another beautiful one, AEC!
Memories are wonderful signs of having lived.
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Someone said AnElephant never forgets.
AnElephantCant remember who.
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Dear Elephant,
No wonder you’re such a tender shade of pink.
My screen blurred as I read.
Quite lovely and sad.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You are too kind, m’lady.
Your words reach deep into AnElephant’s old heart.
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Beautiful. I’m saddened by this piece though. Poor Elephant.
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AnElephantCant always be happy
But don’t fret because if you know him
You can be glad
He is not usually sad
He just wraps up a few memories in a poem
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