Palace of Tears

Mouths of clay 
islands of time 
leaning back on that record player 
my father played 'All Those Years Ago’
A George Harrison solo 

So much to be said for 
just waking up in bed 
with someone you love -
wrapped arms like bows 
around the greatest present 
of your life. 

Sometimes… I see your face, 
in the puddles of some old town. 
Remembrance. 
Thinking of you now, 
Through those years 
it's too bad we had to leave a palace of tears. 

By Samuel J.H. Fawcett, Gentleman.