Pictures of you

visions coming into view

Now a chilled whisper

tickling up my spine

Caressing your hair

as fire and velvet entwine

The memory reaches

semi-sweetly into the past

That smiling flame

was exstinguished must too fast

Tho I feel it reaches remotely

into some forgotten caste

A casual encounter

you felt was not meant to last

Still, when I think of you

how can I be blue?

Seasons come & seasons go

& as we all should know

One & one are not always two