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Burned Memories

Once i remembered,
The times when we rode on canvasses of pink pearls.
Once i remembered,
The scorn upon which we forged our cares.


We sat under the mango tree of fantasies.
Looking at the ants as they march up.
We looked upwards into the skies of laughter.
As the downpour of rain settled as tears upon our eyes.


We smiled with the rainbows.
Beside the lake of silence.
In the dark tunnels of our affections.
Loopholes were found chasing the doors of rejection.


You looked upon my flaws,
And smiled with a cheerful grin.
Then boiled up the hurricanes,
That swept away the debris of our ruins.


We sailed on oceans of passion.
Driven by fountains of desires.
Flowing out of our hearts.
Into the abyss of our consummation.


I wrote my fears on red papers.
An burned them in your eyes.
Our souls swam in crystal waters.
Surrounded by blue fireflies.


Once i remembered.
How love came on calling,
my name upon the shoulders of your care.
Looking out to the winds,
hoping I will be there.


Once i remembered.
How we drank the wine of sensuous kisses.
Intoxicated to daydreams..
As we strolled round galaxies of stars.


Once i remembered,
how you cried in the absence of my presence.
How you got strength.
From the cuddling whispers of my silence.


Now I've committed my thoughts.
To gather these diaries and memoirs.
And perform the ceremony of cremation.
Pouring the ashes into the sea of the past.


Danny El.
© 2014

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