Like a richly colored flame whose bright
Tip
Draws upward, but is brushed by erring
Storm
Then relenting seeks the earth’s dark
Form
And buries its deep desires bit by bit;
Thus your life ebbed-through trembling, pleading lips
Cried proffering words
In vain I watched for one familiar nod,
Then pressed my mouth to full
Sensual lips.
Memories? Karen! How can I forget?
Your smiling eyes with sad mystery
Tinged;
Your helping hands, though labor
Wrought with tasks;
Karen! Your clear high laughter had a
Depth
That thrilled my heart, and lifted silence
Winged
With boundless joy. Memories last!
