what memories
live inside
these words
what feelings
lie hushed
under a morning
of new fallen
snow
slipping
through icy fingers
melting
in her mind
the way Spring’s
swollen streams
wash hilltop
tumble stones
into greening
valleys
maybe he
held her gaze
too long
in dreams
crystal eyes
wide open
where the heart
yearns to hold
onto colors
faded to black
and white
between sheets
of rain
and thoughts of
coming home
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grandfathersky 
Beautiful photo and words…
The eyes reflect a kaleidoscope of truth, the memory of home never left…..a place where love never hides… 💙
Beautiful poem, Peter. Mysterious and evocative!
Memories fade, yet we fill in the blanks with colors of our own …
❤ beautiful poem Pete….the stories we weave x
The way destiny weaves the fabric of our lives … 🌔
“Thoughts of coming home”
I long for heaven. Beautiful poem, Grandfather Sky.
Thank you, nice to know how the words made you feel …