Reminiscence

She said i look like a greek god, 
perfect body, damaged mind. 
She came to me by night 
with hair of gold, 
and eyes as deep as the sea. 
We were full of pain and desire, 
she taught me many things 
as she weaved her magic spell, 
whispering sublime messages 
of mystery and secrets. 
She stole my heart, 
ever in my thoughts, 
she haunts me every day, 
and our child who died 
on the day she was born. 
Now only memeories 
as i look at old photographs, 
and the tears they fall, 
as i grow old alone.

Tracy Bridges