Hurt is a beautiful thing.
It’s a collage of broken memories.
It’s visible, yet no one sees.
It’s a swirl of mixed emotions
And full of lost devotions.
It’s almost pain, but not quite there,
Yet still, it’s more than I can bear.

m.c.c.

As of time remembers;
The beauty of a rose.

The lake holds still and quite
… until the ripples flow.

The fog of dawn still hovers
… stately morning glides on and on

Silence clings to memories
…  as of her scent avails upon.

The heart beats slow and weary;
A tear… reaches the cool still air

As of time remembers …
A rose and the dew now share.

As of time remembers
…  the water now dances rings;

Silence becomes of a melody;
The sounds of nature sings

Rocks and trees accompany
Foggy mist serenely glows

For as time remembers;
Thus…,

It is only for time to know.