tattooed

She walked upon the rocky shore,
a dress that matched the sky;
The sky, so clear, not a cloud in sight,
upon the soft wind, a seagull’s cry

The memory of her doesn’t fade,
it’s like a tattoo upon my mind;
it’s vibrance and colours may change,
but the imprint forever left behind.

the memories remain,
the feelings persist,
the joys amplified,
the sadness… keeps her memory closer
star-crossed – loved, lost, live!

 


Poem copyright protected, and the property of Rambling Poetry, and not to be used without permission.