Echoes Of A Mirage Poem by Robert Rittel

Little splashing waves at the warm sea scented beach,
reflected moonlight large and low to seeming reach.
We were young, in love and trusted that destiny,
hearts so full of dreams and ideal ecstasy.
Acknowledged decisions within that star dusted frame,
embraced holdings that souls recognized as same.
Gentle winds as cloak of prophecies,
celestial glistening statements has no fallacies.
The instinct within that reach of loves purpose,
conceived fires in articulated hearts as furnace.
Deep in the soul searched visible silence,
twofold visions in one dream sphere reliance.
Little did we knew then in that close hour,
those pastures with silver edges are ours to devour.
From some fixed place of heaven waiting for years,
time like a pulse set the tone in that spheres.
Memories that still stand after all like a shrine,
rainbow bridges to cross at times are the sign.
Remember me beyond the silent land,
when you are not holding me by the hand.
Coming back to this place of warm quenching sand,
and shared vestige thoughts where our command.
O memories from anchored love of finished years,
nights of light satin and echoes of salty tears.