Rhymes have their reasons
Time has its place...

I bask in the warmth
Of heavens glow...

An icy zephyr
Bestows the night...

I have lingered in the shadows of deceit
Where the bonds of love and kindness never meet...

I sit under the tree
A haven for solace...

Will the spell she casts
In time be broken...

As I stroll along
A cobblestone path...

When I emerge in a mirror
The semblance I see...

On my grave stone let it read
that I passed in remorse...

Brothers and sisters I had none
The start of father's passing had begun...

A storm doles out this dismal night
Rain drops drizzle down cobblestone course...

Rhymes have their reasons
Time has its place...