Written without correction or going back. Just as it tumbled from head to fingers. Doesn't make it good, just what it is
This was the day
This was the day I wanted
The longest day
With the woman I love
A day to treasure
A day to remember
A memory for the shelf
To be pulled down
And lived again
When the days are short and dark
When the mind is clouded
And the light hidden
By the fears and worries
That haunt the the night
I can stand facing remembered sun
Staring at the sky
Eyelids shut, bathed in warmth
Holding the hand of my love
My shadow cast behind me
Unseen
This was the day
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