she laid dazed 
as the sunset whispered
to her eyes

this sight
breathes genuine

Pushing the stars
in kaleidascope mirrors

marking dates
seen by her
Lost love

Wishing him only 
to make effort at her
careful passes

WINE be her only
remedy for comfort
Her lips caress
as were impending last

Eyes so 
Bold and beautiful
Reflection of moon 
cannot even hide there beauty

As her lost love 
gazes into the evening


No whisper

No Calm breathe

Only smoked mirrors
envy of wine
try to find comfort in moon

Sight not be an issue
at any given point
Just an image in his mind
of lost love
Careful passes reside in cupped shape hand
holdin grateful memories

Ventura 2009


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