to the memory of your face

You mean this one darling? http://images.elfwood.com/art/p/e/peters/medusa.jpg Sorry, you know how I'm drawn to you. ;-) Love, ~A "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach

The memory of a lost love, gathers strength with each rememberance. A sad tale of the man who has only the shadows of what was. Did you mean their, instead of there? ~ Gee

Ann of Norway The gentlest sensitivity of the fragility of a bird, its tiny beating breast warm and simple in its task of living, contrasted with the heavy depths of grey in the sadness of a stone, lying left, bereft of life as we know it, deadened by the anguisihed cry of your fingers, futile fingers, their sense of touch still lingering on her face and yet 'tis only air they grace. You move us Barry the man in love with an angel. Love to you my dear brother, from Ann.

sigh what can I say that I havent said before? I have run out of superlatives for you and Mum months ago ... but you never disappoint and your poetry is, as is hers sublime love and hugs JayCee ("Quote:- Death is the great adventure beside which moon landings and space trips pale into insignificance. Addison Joseph")

Gotta say from Anna's comment, magnetic. lol. Well expressed hun. You are a charmer, I must say. Loved it and I will be back for more later. Love Lyz. XX