New Poem, "Times Lost In The Past"

Stepping lightly in the night,
Not to wake the cobblestone flight,
Of steps that lead into a room
Where the night is swallowed in gloom

I can't see the colors,
Just shades of black;
I just hear the hollers
Of the times, of the times
Lost in the past.

Fighting off the change,
Creates a havoc full of rage;
Leaving nothing but faint wishes,
Her soft touch and tender kisses;
The subtlty of her lingering memory,
Never seems to leave my lettering.

Oh, how I write of her
And the times we've had;
Oh, where of all places
Did it go bad?

No lingering sadness,
Comes into my mind,
As I think of those times
I thought would last;
They are lost in the past.

Copr. 2010 Cody Weinmann