Now when I see passion
spread upon satin sheets entwined
a pang remains
reminders
a fantasy might travel miles
yet the road runs out
a barren landscape
whereby recall
manifests a desert of wander
trying in desperation
chilly oasis
of familiarity.
Now today only reminders
of the changing winds
no longer prevailing
far away
and brisk
with a certain chill
suggests some frozen reality?
lost inside the fear
when will be
a thaw
That if will not return …