Hidden in Disguise
Surface in the night
The avenue of heartaches
Cathedrals of memories
The wind rustles and awakes.
Leaves of a bygone breeze.
Someone lost along the way.
A friend, brother, or lover
Time erodes and takes away.
One heart after another.
Counting out on fingers
They are now weathered old, and worn.
Recalling times still lingers.
Reminisces are reborn.
Stark thoughts are still remembered.
Heartaches of times afore
Splintered and dismembered
It was withdrawn from the store.
The heart pumps and falters.
Lifeblood courses through my veins
The impression often alters.
Wild storms and winter rains
Deep rivers of destinies
Flow fast before my eyes.
Washing up forgotten entities
Heartaches hid in disguise.
Surfaced in the night
Seen clearly in the day
Recognised and set alight
Too vivid to turn away.
Heartaches are kept in lockets.
Welded memories in my mind
Held inside my pockets
Sometimes too deep to find.
©
David Rudder
2023
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