Memory lane

We all wander sometimes.

I remember…
The longing,
And windswept hair,
I remember
The yearning
And rainwashed smile.

I remember
The tune
Of the lonely flute
Caught in a web
In the elder boughs
Of the memory lane.

I remember
The voice
Of velvet and spice
I remember
The eyes
Of the deepest green.

I remember
The stories
That came and went,
Caught in a web
In the Hawthorn path
Of the memory lane.

I remember
The name
Of almonds and wine,
I remember
The taste
Of the words that came.

I remember
The one
Who went away,
To be lost
In a waltz
Down the memory lane.

I remember
The place
That’s no more there
I remember
The touch
Of the hand now gone.

I remember
The smile
Of the one who was there,
Sub rosa,
Entagled in vines
Of the memory lane.