Yet...The Twilight
By sidewinder
A cold chill comes through the open window brings back memories of similar winter nights, I try to keep my mind from dwelling on such thoughts, But all my efforts are in vain, Yet the lessons learned challenge the heart varied by experience met in silence, It seems that all I do is turn away, To reflect would mean to relive and this is something I fear, Why? Touching those moments from shadows remain more than an echo in time, Yet... the twilight reveals a passion concealed only through a vision, Beguiling as it is terrifying, I long for the past and yet I don't dare try to capture it, For that would mean to admit that I made a mistake, To admit I have regrets, But that remains to be the challenge forever met, Yet... without pain there is no growth, so sometimes it takes more to concede and admit that we're not perfect just in a reflection of time. May 26, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Jim Hovah Written December 29th, 2001 © on Jul 23 2002 09:21 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"A cold chill comes through the open window..."