Memories of Love

The deepening shadows stealthily hide the arches, once again

They conceal the dark jester in his shiny tuxedo

And robs me of a love;

He stole my heart,

He takes a piece of my soul!

How do I again survive the destruction of his sword?

Those stolen have reached the crystal dawn, where

Misty rain gently wipes their broken bodies

And makes them whole again!

But oh how I pain!

Why doth the dark clothed caller steal into rooms by day, by night

And with mercy for no one, wave his wand and go

Taking my delight and joy,

Rending me broken,

Never again whole! 

His cloak reeks of blood that he’s drained from the heart,

While he glides into the shadows, with laughter.

He sates himself with his torment of others

Bringing death of the heart,

Leaving strife of life.

Where once the bower burst forth with flower,

It shirks from light that is false and lies in shame

For the evil one hath stolen the sunshine.

Corrupted the fragrance of the arch,

Forever saddened, no life.

Someday the spectre of dress shall carry me beyond

To crystal waters and angels of light

And I shall bathe in the misty rain,

Cleansed of pain,

For I shall live again!

Do not pain when I am gone for I have left with angels. 

I’ve found those stolen in golden light, no darkness,

Rainbow’s of purity gather them to me,

With arms and wings

My heart doth sing.

Sherlock                born abt: 1950               died: 07/10/2008               My beautiful Catalina Macaw

Author: Dolores Marlena (me)

This was written as a memorial for my wonderful catalina macaw, Sherlock, but also for my other little loves I have lost!

Thank you for taking the time to share a moment for his memorium!

                                                                     SHERLOCK, YOU'RE ALWAYS IN MY HEART