The Whisper

The whisper of your memory waken me in the night.
I go back through the tunnels of my years to those days
when we were young wild and free.

Two children under the sun, learning the sensations of love as we kissed for the first time. I still feel the tingle your beautiful brown eyes guiding me into your soul.

The warmth in the hollow of your hand made me strong made my soul surge
up to the highest elevations.

It ended as fast as it began.

Our young lives not rooted yet to the foundation needed for love
to blossoms like the flower we wanted it to be.

Though we parted paths to seek our dreams on life's horizon
and new loves have flounced into our lives.

After all these years the whisper of your memory touches me
with yesterdays sweet joys.