Trees begin to dress in Autumn splendor.
Evening air brings the faint scent of logs on the fire.
Light of the harvest moon dances across a rippling river.
Do you remember the day we met?
A memory etched with lovely clarity
Lives in the chalice of my soul.
Early morn reveals the glittering majesty of Winter's crystal palace.
Each branch and blade blessed with Nature's diamond dust.
While flakes float silently toward the earth
But quickly melt where our lips meet.
No sound is heard but for the beating of two hearts.
Do you remember our first kiss?
One moment, frozen in time's cruel grasp.
The die is cast, no turning back.
Ah, Spring, the Noah's Ark of seasons.
Everything marching two by two, he by she.
Young lovers hand in hand, old lovers the same.
The time for new beginnings.
Fresh bliss for continuations.
Do you remember our first "I love you"?
In the late hours of darkness, in treasured dreams
I hear the words so softly spoken.
Reality so quickly snatched away the seasons of our love.
And now, here we are, two souls
Christened in the fires of passion
Buried in the ashes of loneliness
Awaiting the Phoenix once more.
