Sunday, August 5, 2012

Mountain Dust

Your soft voice, once so angelic
became hard,
and felt like one hit a brick wall at 50

So the memories stay fresh
but fade in time.
The hurt continues with 
profound pain.

We ventured into uncharted feelings.
Maybe too fast.
Maybe not fast enough
 for us to realize our buried love.

Our emotional state deteriorates
as the volcano continues to
Sealed now, lots of ash, smoke and
hurtfully dormant, snow capped, until another eruption.