
Wafting in breeze of past scented summers
the breath of our passion spent
then drifts over my every sensual memory,
felt as never before or again .
The thrill we sensed in each other's desire
wove vivid patterns staying
only a while for those moments became
fired, we willed them that way.
Some of the falling stardust remains and
as never before reminds me tho'
flown destiny left us wings of our own.
Time only allows us its pure
perfumed gold when we aspire to grow
alive with love as never before.