Deep Inside My Own Head
We
were driving
on the Meadowbrook.
The silence that filled the car
was complete and palpable--
no sound to be heard.
Each lost in
thought.
As
I drove on
I was lost inside
the steady stream of my thoughts.
My stories and poems to form
deep inside my head,
then faded
out.
New
ideas took
their place in the stream,
coalesced before my eyes
shaping into plans,
then faded
out.
I
was barely
aware your attempt
First Love
We never forget our first loves.
The memories of all the emotions stay
with us through all our days.
We never forget our first loves.
The memories of all the emotions stay,
playing on and on like a haunting song
that softens, but is never gone.
The memories of all the emotions stay,
playing on and on like a haunting song.
Laura, at the piano, raven hair swaying as she played—
that image, through all the years, has stayed,
playing on and on like a haunting song.
Laura, at the piano, raven hair swaying as she played.
Whenever I hear Moonlight Sonata I recall
a love that had me enthralled--
Laura, at the piano, raven hair swaying as she played.
Whenever I hear the Moonlight Sonata I recall,
we never forget our first loves,
the one that taught us how
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.08.2020 Alle Rechte vorbehalten Widmung:Impressum
ISBN: 978-3-7487-5396-4
For Ilene, Danielle, and Jordan Friedman
In loving memory of my parents William and
Lillian Friedman