I Cry

I cry, I cry, I cry
For the love inside.
The music of memories now long gone
Emotion so deep in the notes of every song.

Bolero the music of choice
Jackie Gleason and R. Pence; instrumentals without voice.
Trumpets, violins and the oboe in a cascade of feeling
So intense are the melodies to my memory revealing.

The songs that took hold in a foreign land
Unbelievable memories and times; that were so grand.
Instantaneous recall to a year, a time, and a place
Fifty years later and I still see the same face.

A moment of love within the moments of love for me
This perfect togetherness to last for all eternity.
The tears I cry are for the memories and not an event
Rather an expenditure of my life that was truly well spent.

I may never see nor experience this time ever again
But I have the memory and never have to ask when.
The music engulfs and encircles my mind
O' God the time was for me, eternally kind.

As the fog lifts from the river trying to reach the sky
How can I ever express the moment of this single sigh?
You are the Giver and I did partake
The sunrise and sunset are gifts never to forsake.

A time that was predictable as all time
When weeks became moments and you were all mine.

So young lady your a permanent part of my memory
Just as a picture, a dream or a vision to always see.
Whether your here or gone on your way
Part of my dreams will meet you again, on another day.

~Chuck Hurley~

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