it’s you i wish in my memory
to come from the past which lies still before me
and speak again your softly words
as more than a guest of my thought
i am caught in your wake
and awake in that one summer’s day
when all my world began in your smile
and ended in your lips
like nothing under the sun you shone
and i melt still in your light
which resounds in my heart
the quiet music like an approaching storm
all silent and heavy
full of life and awareness
a flower of truth