I will start with this one. It came to me in a flash and within 90 seconds it was on paper....
Faded
Faded is my memory of her
Like the sides of an old abandoned barn
She is running, playing
In sunlight, her hair so fine
Shadows creep along the hall
growing, as I fail to recall
Why she had to take her leave
while I can no longer dream
If, through to the end I
make a stand, again
It would be to know that she
may have a memory of me
That my love has no bounds
as I wither away in the ground
That she had no pain or doubt
Through her life without
Knowing that I gave her a beginning
if not a life, not in spite
but free to be all that she
can and will be
In the end it is just a memory
of her running in the sun
her hair so free, smiling
dancing with the wind
At her back I linger,
like the wind, pushing her
as I was once with her,
a guide and a light...
She smiled, and I was free
a memory touched
a memory
a memory
Fading....
Faded....