Under a dreamscape of blues, pinks and umber.
When another love of days gone by spoke to me in my mind, ever so gently.
Do not ask why, do not ask how,
For to ask shall rip the veil under which we hide.
Our eyes locked, and try as I might to resist, our lips met soon after.
The power, the pleasure, the pain, as sweet as I remember so long ago.
My head began to buzz with a very loud racket.
But the world has moved on, since last we met.
My memories of you, with steam rising off of you,
Showing me the fire that raced through your veins still.
Over the years has quieted to a dull roar.
Lost in our own world, that no one could see
Or feel or destroy, we were different from them, out of place.
Full of distraction and responsibility.
Our time in the sun now covered in shade.
And I know, since the day we met, that I would never be the same….