Of Photos and Memories

And Quiet Evenings

A silent evening, A quiet warm fire, A stage is set, A deadly quagmire. A decision is made, a die is cast, Let fate decide, what choice shall last.

A fading picture, a wordless letter, A thousand words couldn’t be said better. fading away slowly, the meaning forgot, As the wrath of time herself, is wrought.

A memory wakes, the birth of a spark, A tiny new light in this growing dark, A smile is born on lips well formed, As a lovely old soul is slowly warmed.

And from spark to fire to burning inferno, The feeling erupts like a f**king volcano, Engulfing the soul in beautiful flame, Setting aside the docile and tame.

And much like a phoenix, the spirit reborn,  Flies into the night, just seeking the dawn, Its wings are aflame, Its trail is alight, And nothing before has been so bright.

And the moment passes, The quagmire gone, The clouds give way to a heartier song, And I sit here and smile at your face And wonder how did I ever deserve such grace.

So here’s a toast to a quiet evening, Of memories past and moments beginning A thousand words, a picture is worth, And yours is worth every one

Yours, Always, Lawrence

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