do you remember your first
brave walk on the shore
– the rush of a wave
rolling thru
do you remember the sound
of a dove soaring high
– racing the breeze
on a shimmer of blue
do you remember the day
the returning of love
– a lifetime or more
to begin
do you remember the want
a passion to know
– how fleeting the hours
since then
do you remember my name
the taste on your tongue –
a story forsaken
by time
do you remember the way
I willed you to come
do you remember
the ways
you were mine
. . .
tornadoday 