By laurel ahlfeld drama_queen_ja@hotmail.com
Date: 14 July 2000
Sensory Recall
The sun rises every morning
Pouring herself on everything
Shedding light for all to see
All of the earth's beauties
The larks sing a dealicious tune
That takes me out of my room
Filling the house with an air
Of love and care
The marble counter gleams
Offering itself to me
The smoothness without fault
Is evident to my touch
The smell of coffee wafts
I take in hand the pot
Reminiscing of the time
When it was yours and mine
Another takes the lead
And tongues plunge deep
But numb I am to him
I'm thinking of you again
To the morning sun
I am blind
I see hazy hues
To the lark song
I am deaf
I hear only blues
Touch I cannot sense
I am consumed
By yours, long overdue
Smells I can only crave
I only know
The memories true
Taste is not alive
It left long ago
And with it went you
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