tag poem, unedited, topic by Mundane1
images of your face smile back at me,
a phantom vision
of memories,forever catalogued...
your voice speaks softly through the barriers,
to listen to the truths between the lies...
I was always powerless against you
to the whim and whimsey of your wishes.
til you'd passed like a fiery comet
I, left quivering,
worried...not even in my fantasies,
would I touch the sun
but be satisfied to peer carefully
through the proper shades
that would also hide, disappointed tears.