The Memory

From deep within
With eyes closed tight
He could see her
Her eyes sparkling in the light
Her hair glistening in the sunshine
When the leaves on the trees
Rustled in the wind
He could feel her move
Light airy steps
As she twirled and danced
That special dance reserved only for him
Enticing him with a look that was full of
Both guile and innocence
When he walked along the shoreline
He could smell her scent
That of a fresh summer breeze
Kissed by the morning dew
She was with him always
Every moment of his day
She was the dream that tucked him in at night
The morning song that woke him each dawn
Hers was the memory that sustained him
Fulfilled him in ways no other had or ever could
Hers was the memory that made him realize
He would never stop until he could make her his again

Barbara M © February 2017