Starts in the morning sunlight
when awoken by the light of day.
Makes one wonder a clarity
though having lives found far away
provides an amorous vulnerability
would that eyes clearly dream a night.
When once there was memory found
now shall be the reality drawn as one
in arms where eyes can feel such peace
such are romantic airs find release.
Without sweet nostalgic honesty won
how might our lives ever find ground.
Tonight she does in soft memory remind,
silence a soulful nature, in love is kind.
©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2020