On this tranquil night
I imagine you and me,
Rekindling tender memories
Of how it used to be --
Some say the past
Is an illusion,
That the only reality
Is the here and now --
But what is here and now
If not a reliving of things
Long gone and anticipating
Things to come?
Life is an interplay
Of perceptions and illusions,
Of things that we see
And the things we imagine --
And I imagine you as beautiful
As ever and your gentle
Touch upon my skin,
My love,
While we get lost in the
Music of the senses,
Where the past, present
And future all merge
Into one,
Where we are free to love
And to begin again.
March 17, 2006