Remembering happens by accident like a dust devil in my mind.
A fleeting swirl of emotions moving the dust of the past.
I watched the sky as the sun sets,
gold and red in the clouds,
against the blue sky over my head
and it reminds me of you.
The wind in my hair and against my face,
reminds me of you holding me close,
breathless with anticipation of a new day.
A plane flying overhead reminds me,
of unexplored destinations we could have gone,
in our minds and hearts.
Clouds remind me of constant change,
finding new shapes to become,
dancing around each other.
Laughing children remind me,
of the happiness we once had,
I wish for you to have again.
Standing by this road watching the machines hurtle onward,
the thump of the traffic noise against my chest,
reminds me of my heart that beats for you.
Its unstoppable motion quickened by your presence.
Electric tingle inside my eyes and head,
whenever I think of you,
or you are near.
Birds remind me of carefree moments,
snatched between interuptions of belonging to work.
The green of leaves on trees remind me of pain,
a colour of the past.
No more the summer of my soul,
turning to autumn shades of yellow and brown.
The forest has changed, lost its cover, grown older,
letting me look up,
to marvel at the symphony of colours around me.

(c) 7 November 1998 17:15, Fnagaton.