Sinfully Weak

Today … I am weak,
Tis' ghostly memories that I seek,
When love was young and so was I,
Chasing rainbows in the sky,
Never dreaming I would die …
Nor the price I'd pay.

Is it really ghosts I seek … or is it just a day,
that my heart desires to play
In far away lands, where love resides,
in castle walls that meet the tides,
that carries my love …
to him.

God forgive me now … I pray,
For I know I should not stray,
Yet today I cannot say …
No.
And my thoughts drift far away
and I follow them with my heart.

Why does this vision follow me …
It robs my thoughts of dignity,
And leaves the bitter sweet tastes of
sin,
and all that is to come.

Yet it is at times like these, my words
Flow like a gentle breeze as I search
To find my way back … home.
Yet part of me looks forward to …
Another day of weakness,
When I will roam …
again .

Sharon Wilshire (copyright 2001)
Poetry

Lasting forever
this mystical tether
of rhythmical rhyme
and it's fate …
of
Daily devotions
and sliding emotions
writen on time's
golden slate.
where
Waves in life
of love and strife
keep the
poet whole …
with
Pieces laid
in mosaic cascades,
penned with tides
of the soul.

Sharon Wilshire (copyright 2002)
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