Reminiscence

forged in the likeness of you 
the whisper meanders in my memory bank 
it dances softly on a burgundy velvet glove 
that covers my wrinkled hand 
it visits me in deepest dreams 
and speaks in hushed tones 
of the infinite days ahead 
when we shall once again dance together 
 
forged in the feeling of you 
I live each day like the last 
holding onto the past 
like a cat with a captured bird 
not allowing it to die 
waking to the sounds of winter winds 
and old favorites on the radio 
the ones we listened to together 
so many years ago 
those years that forged a love so strong 
that I rarely blink twice 
without the thought of you dancing by