Blue Topaz She greeted me in her hall with chardonnay and smoke I now can hardly recall the words we shared and spoke but they had something to do about love and how it would last forever in the tenderness of beauty Blue topaz On that jealous July night she shared her wine with me on the porch in the candle light burning brighter than reality Touching off that torch that would soon reveal or consume us in its illuminating beauty Blue topaz Blue topaz somehow so sad in its brilliance and its coldness Remembered once Remembered twice in its newness and its oldness Too true to be forgotten Echoing in fleshly desire and with mind begotten as I die in the thirst of its fire Now our drink has become bitter The ghosts of memories haunt our eyes With warmth succumbing to winter we part in the completeness of compromise Our words are empty except for the sounds of dissatisfied sighs We turn our backs on beauty Blue topaz Blue topaz incredibly sad in its brilliance and its coldness Remembered once Remembered twice in its newness and its oldness Too real to be forgotten Echoing in flesh and desire and with the mind begotten as i die in the thirst of its fire Blue topaz Copyright Dennis Kline~2003, 2004, 2008~Selective Memories 2014
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