Funny how a day can be shaped
by keystrokes and a romantic tune.
Reminds me gently
of soft rains and mellow eyes,
sharing time like forever.
Hoping to always continue journeys
I do relish the nostalgia
of our walks,
caressing your forehead – reaching fingertips …
Tracing your elegant persona,
Manners while you smiled in the autumn sunlight.
I can be right by your side imagining
sunrises with your shoulders a resting place
for my open windows.
More traces and shadowed walks
arousing a spiritual drive
that nowhere is ever defined until …
When it is no longer with my soul
sadness then prevails;
While aging entertains
our lives with revenue of little value,
we are a simple lot with caveat regard
for our Grace, guidance.
Do you remember?