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