Brilliant Flash

An reflection on an old love.

If love is lost in the trappings of time
Where are we in the stream?
Quaint words whispered over pillows,
Disappear into the breeze.
Uneven hearts grow ill at ease.
When thoughts fail to touch.
Cold on one side, aching heat on the other.
They burned far to bright.
Then fell into cinders.
A brilliant flash of light.
Gone far to quick.
But it's glow burns still,
behind closed eyes.