All time surrenders to remember,
The intangible whispers that caress
The very soul of me,
Before they slip away

Those little interludes,
That can never be forgotten
I sink into their depths,
Yet they will not stay

A fire that flickers into flames,
The glow that surrounds
Then fades away,
Into that other place

And there it lies, ever constant,
In the contours of my heart
The greatest earnest appeal,
To stay and dance to me, so I live again