Deep within the scarred corners of my mind
I recall the ethereal beauty of what we shared.
Every waking moment brings back a sweet memory.
When I sleep I cannot help but dream of all
those special,golden days spent in your arms.
But alas it is all just a faded memory kept
in an old man's addled mind for sadly my sweet
you now forever sleep with the angels above.
Donavon Scott Vinson