Silent Strings We Left Behind.

It was a meadow in the morning

And the stars on midnight seas

When love was fresh and new

Untainted wishes, unstained dreams

We chartered our destination

In a boat with worn out paddles

With no compass there to lead us

To navigate this charming battle

We visioned and we dreamed well

Of journeys cast to unseen lands

We drank a toast or two to innocence

We wrote love letters in the sand

Yes we were in love for the first time

Though it be the mid years of our lives

The tragic imitation

Leaving all manners of love behind

So I journey on without you

Memories held between the lines

Of a poem that I once wrote you

Silent strings we left behind.

-Kate Mosca Poetry

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