House Of No Return

Tomorrow enter the house of no return

And you will find no memory of what has gone

The leaves blown in the gravel path

Where childish footprints played

The sun rolled out across the clouds

Into another day

Weeds grow now

Where once a soft emerald carpet flowed

And flowers crowned the air with scent

And fires burnt in Autumn evenings end

For what has gone

cannot return my friend

Except in ceasless rivers of eternity

I carry your heart in my mine

And once again you're here with me

yvette m smith nov 2008

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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