Memory

Another season to pass,

This one cool and gray

Unlike the days of heat

Where music owned the air

Those were the days of remembrance,

Syllables gliding through drifted light

None knew what was shared

Yet energy never forgets its waves

Closed eyes, breath on glass,

Hot skin, swollen lips gently bitten

Lilted symphony tickles soft earlobes

Watching the world outside sleep

Voices carry through the silence,

Relaxing on each other’s stare

Musical memories of days lived brightly

Ascend through night’s late slumber

Amusement sneaks into shadowed features,

As darkness acquiesces to light

Knowledge of forethought shines through

Distance closes in on itself