I taste you,
On the tip of my tongue,
Like the words of some great song
Remembered in a heartbeat.
Faint, like a bonfire in the wintertime,
I am awoken to the memory of her flame,
My truth will never be the same.
I hear you,
Echoing through the caverns of a past not yet lived,
Sweet words caressing me in my slumber.
Great fortune touches me on the forehead,
Gratitude weeps from my every pore,
A song that bears her name,
Her truth will never be the same.
Do not fret,
Your calls have not been forgotten,
Your voice is etched in the annuls of my heart.
A spoken truth like leaves dancing in the wind,
As a willow weeps and smiles just the same,
Its truth will never be the same.
In our joy mountains move and oceans kiss the rain,
Solemn love gave hints of time to come,
Your light poured through the cracks in my soul.
Hear my truth as my fingertips touch your skin,
There, in what Venus shall proclaim,
Our truth will never be the same.