Hey, sunlight, why don't you ever knock on my front door?
Hey, moonlight, why don't you tap on my back door when the sun goes down?
Hey, starlight, why don't you shine tonight, the sun and moon have let me down
Guess, all I have left, is the memory of you, somewhere, in the twilight
Good times, sweet wine, guess I drank my fill, even twilight's eyes
Seem, closed to me. No matter, I still have the fire light, burning bright
Keeps me warm as I recall the good times, see them one by one,
Fall into the sweet wine, one bubble at a time, they rise and touch my eyes
Comments on this poem/writing:
|RinRin (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, August 31 2005, 02:32 am|
Ah, the good times...Martin, your poem reminded me of good times as well. When friends wouldn't care a whit if you had a different opinion - they would accept it and you, and then we'd sit around laughing at ourselves for being so opinionated... don't know why that memory came to me so suddenly though! Hehe..guess the good times are always on the mind - you just have to dig them up from time to time, just to remind yourself that you're human... A lot of inspiration in this one! Loved it, Martin :)
Click here to read other Poems by ShyHeart
Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org so the proper person may be notified.