It’s hazy outside
As the glass skyscrapers yawn in languid awe
And the first streaks of broken sunshine
Peeps through the distant dunes
I see nothing beyond
The loneliness ahead in our lives…
Running sad rivulets,
Along my fading memories.
But then I stare,
At this adorable young lady,
Sitting across my roadside table,
Cross legged and fancy free
In the spring of her youth
Demurely,
Sipping coffee,
In slow motion of ease,
While the morning sunshine
Plays with the soft curls of her jet black hair
And flirts warmly upon her smooth glowing skin
In the abundance of her youth.
I stare quietly, thoughtlessly,
Timelessly vacant,
But then
Intuitively
she lifts her head suddenly,
And moves them from side to side,
In careless glee
As if
Answering my silent awkward sadness
Disapprovingly.
And then as if in one final conclusion,
She takes off her dark shades
In slow motion,
Purposefully.
For me to courageously,
once again
Stare deep, into
those innocent baby like eyes
And hold back my tears
Just as I did
27 years ago,
In a cradle by the crèche window.
I see her now
Just as a baby then.

Purple memories, pour forth,
Pure as the floating lily
In the stillness of time
I see her,
Across the table,
She is all mine
I scream out loud within
Only mine,
Every bit of her pristine being.
Sitting demure
Cross legged, mature.
Nothing in me now yearns more
Than to reach out
One final time
and hold her softly
close to my heart,
And cradle her
One single time
Like many years past.