Like a mist of spring rain
Over lavender blossoms
Old memories touch my mind,
Sweetly echoing the laughter
And the tears of yesterday.
As the album within me
Opens to this place
So well remembered,
I see again a wealth
Of boyish mischief and manly charm
Within a handsome face.
I feel again my girlish heart
As I ached and hoped and dreamed,
Knowing we could never be
But wishing just the same.
You were so beautiful, truly,
My knight in shining armor,
The stick by which
All others must measure
Whether conscious or not.
Where are you now, I wonder?
Are you happy, content?
Do you think of me
On some rare occasion
When the past might open itself?
Do you know how I once loved you
In purity and innocence and sadness?
A girl on the brink of womanhood
Forever and still alive
Within me.


c. 2021