Bittersweet Memories Poem by DM W

The memories of love, they just linger on.
The blithe spectres of the warm breeze gently
Stir tender flowers in the womb garden.
The frail sunlight still filters through the trees.
I long to trace places we used to hide.
The fresh scent of roses drifts in the air;
Warm, knowing glances roam from eye to eye;
Fleeting glimpses of the grace of presence.
O I still wait for a sign on the wind,
That points to the path of pure angelhood;
That frees us from the solitude of sin.
Golden moments burn brightly in the blood.