The heartache of a summer moon

as a breeze entangles the locks

of golden hair wrapped within

the memories of a lost you.

Strolling along bricked lined

walkways of summer gardens carrying

the aroma of wildflowers a gentle breath

of natural creations are endured.

Remembering the moment of our

enchantment, our moment of

intimate gestures, our moment of

memories consumed within our being.

Long ago those visions came to

our eyes with youthful discovery and

brought a future before the willingness of

you as we became jointly combined during…

a moment when a memory was created.

April 2008