Remembering

She visited me again tonight;

in all her mysterious presence.

Each wrinkle unfolding like

rippling waves

bringing me back to a distant memory.

I lingered there in the luminous glow,

remembering�

When she visits, I am melancholy;

dumfounded with timeless beauty.

She has shown me her splendor;

and leaves nothing behind, but me

remembering�

Each visit leaves me wanting,

needing, wishing, hoping.

How quickly she passes through,

was she even here, I always wonder.

While bathing in her radiance

I am young again

remembering�

Does anyone notice her like I do,

or do they take her for granted

spoiling her gifts, unable to

remember.