Keep The Memory Alive

Send me to the Moon, past above my widest ecstasy.
Draw me out of this coma, let your smile drain my tears and my thoughts wonder aimlessly at the oozing speed of my oblivion of my emotions held tight by the forces keeping the heavens and earth.

Oh dear love,
Lets make this love a memorial, more sacred than the inner Catholic chambers.
Preserved that our children in ages to come; will draw from the wells of our love.

Lets go into the rain.
Let the waters wash away our guilt.
And clears our hearts of guilt.
Lets have the banner of our love when ages come and books open.
The festival of our love shall periodically feasted till Age to come.

Francis