I keep the photos from years ago and, once in a while, I reminisce —
the sun, the wind, and the snow
and, under that tree: that kiss;
twilight: the sky has fallen asleep,
and the stars: brightly – they will shine, but
not for long. daylight, soon, will creep
into your heart — shut —
I close my eyes for a moment
and everyday I think
of those days — memories in fragments:
betwixt loss (the brink!)
dawn: the beginning of a new page
that meets with ink
to create new markings
etched in their hearts —
we become acquainted:
I touch your hand, say my name
and, you, yours.
’twas not long before we
step foot on this path;
a new journey.
experience the beauty of nightfall
and feel the loss of its disappearance
at the break of light.
yes, innumerable new pages since.
and many, adrift.
O, how dost thou keep faith?
fate is but an enemy.
dost thou not fear the wrath of time?
we become acquainted thus
fate is an enemy,
as is time.
I keep the photos from years ago.
originally published: 6 Aug 2015