Perhaps
I am reminded,
and I remember.
Jeweled tones
in the sky,
mesmerizing;
gasps of delight
follow each
revelation.
You and I sigh
with fire's glory.
The sound
of laughter
in the rain;
soaking in
the rapture
while slipping
on a rain slick
surface—these!
The warmth
of your spirit
as we shared
our energies;
the innocence
of a summer's
sweet season
given freely—these!
Time, time, time...
relentless.
We touch
one day,
then we are
but breath.
Such memories
bring melancholy.
Perhaps, in another lifetime?
A.C. Fernandez
Perhaps
I am reminded,
and I remember.
Jeweled tones
in the sky,
mesmerizing;
gasps of delight
follow each
revelation.
You and I sigh
with fire's glory.
The sound
of laughter
in the rain;
soaking in
the rapture
while slipping
on a rain slick
surface—these!
The warmth
of your spirit
as we shared
our energies;
the innocence
of a summer's
sweet season
given freely—these!
Time, time, time...
relentless.
We touch
one day,
then we are
but breath.
Such memories
bring melancholy.
Perhaps, in another lifetime?
A.C. Fernandez
To be published in December issue of Prism Magazine