Lost Yesterdays

The morning goes
The mirror shows
An older face
In mournful woes

An empty space
Behind the eyes
A memory’s place
Where she resides

A cracked edge
of scarred years
Memories remain
Of shattered tears

And her voice still calls
from those lost nights
When youth was free
And Heaven in her eyes.

The face in the mirror
Calls her name
Echoing and unheard –
Through reflections
Of lost yesterdays

Goodbye sweet love,
Til death shall pass
And then we shall dance
On the whispers of ever.

Again……..

© 2013 John Allen Richter