only the pen survives

@Uootem

the words whispered - survive in echoes
the moments shared - remembered in dreams
the touch of tenderness - now felt in the breeze
the love moistened kiss - the aftertaste is bitter
the promises... we could not do
the love we had... i lost.

yet so many words written
    are shared now only in deafness of today
          for my voice lost to time
                only the pen of this poet survives.

and words are mere echoes - whispered
in the dreams of moments yet to be - futile perhaps
as I search for mystical breezes - that touch again
to relieve the bitterness of the rest of my days
seeking the true meanings- of sacred vows and such
I am lost - without the love we had.

yet so many words written
    are shared now only in deafness of today
          for my voice lost to time
                only the pen of this poet survives.