For there always has been
the past recalled,
a quiet serenade to what
in her beauty evolve.
For there is a sense
of unknown, uncharted
waters always the metaphor.
Remember one time
when in a moment
she sat across the room
with eyes lovely apparent.
Now present is a gift
for she might always appear
in mind and soul and heart
forever please forgive my fear.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021