I woke from a dream this morning,
the sunlight clearly indicating my haste,
begin another day,
a silent realization, a song.
Somehow Roberta Flack gave me words,
‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face,’
seemed to let my dream invite my day.
I wondered how I could know the lyrics
I played it again in a soft shower
a sweet reminder, a place to cry,
letting my tears mix with the heat
trying to wake beyond her dream.
Such soulful melody, watching now,
a sunrise that would remind me again,
the first time,
when I did once kiss her with passion.
I found other medleys, trying to seek some
reckoning, and yet, realized, there is only one.