When I was young, I often thought of you
Hands held tight, against the sea storm tempest
Hearts bound tight, soul-wrapped hemp
A cloth that shrouded sight, of things we’d yet to see,
Of you and me, the fault lines fractured souls
Will wreak with time, passions magnitude
Resounded in the echoes of that empty space,
Where love once lived, and now just words rebound,
Struggling to get a grip on this caves
Shifting sands, as people, like time
Pass through the hourglass, of my life.
© Greg Richards
D18 Using the Prompt from D16 A letter to someone, someplace or something.