Its atmosphere
familiar
the sounds, the people, the energy,
a little Moody Blues,
I’m with her again,
in this moment,
I can feel the soft touch of fingertips
searching, yearning, a quiet resonate gasp,
the nature of this,
a love
we both would understand
if confusion could not lay in between,
the soft sense of a night sky,
familiar ground,
a coffee nearby,
another nostalgic notion,
I do recall
when last I did see her,
it was here in this parallel universe,
where our lives
were tied to the reality of a locked door,
a smile, a laugh, a knowing glance
a quiet evening,
when love did seem to draw
hearts closer together,
to another time,
in recent days,
lips did touch,
lives did matter,
time did
stand still while
walking in.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
