[Old Sarge]

Moments of memory, forgotten,
erased by another's embrace.

A true gift of friendship
that not even
a draught of tears
can drown.

[Soaring Feather]

Turn the Page
Affairs of the heart
some the fire burned cold
turned to ashes

Turn the Page
some are precious gold...
Warm, glowing alive,
surviving, ravages of time

Turn the Page
Affairs of the heart in Gold
with you never to grow old

bentfeather

[Diva Betsy Ross]

Oh hey wait,... Bentfeather got a poem too.. do I get a poem?

You know I am just kidding with you, right...

But I will keep my eyes open for my poem...