Today
.
I
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
dreaming
rays
.
o
f
.
a
warming,
.
romantic
haze . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ of
.
a
.
passing
moment
.
I
.
hope
.
a
n
d
.
pray,
.
w
i
l
l
.
never
.
fade . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Were
.
y
o
u
.
able
.
t
o
.
feel
.
t
h
e
.
subtle
.
embrace . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
timid
touch
.
o
f
.
the
loving
gaze . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
although
.
n
o
.
words
.
w
e
r
e
.
exchanged,
.
.
they
.
w
e
r
e
.
gently
etched
.
upon
.
m
y
.
face . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
within
.
t
h
e
.
eyes
.
t
h
a
t
.
tentatively
.
glanced
.
y
o
u
r
.
way,
.
.
b
u
t
.
.
simply
could
.
n
o
t
.
say . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ no,
they
.
simply
could
.
n
o
t
.
say . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
the
memory
.
f
o
r
.
now,
.
.
remains
.
upon
.
t
h
e
.
page
.
o
f
.
future
days,
.
.
where
.
i
t
.
will
.
.
sing,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
play,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
dance,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
sway . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
all
.
t
h
e
.
time
.
which
.
y
e
t
.
remains . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
like
.
sand
castles
.
scattered
.
a
l
l
.
along
.
t
h
e
.
bay,
.
.
where
time
.
brings
forth
.
opportunity
.
o
r
.
renewed
faith . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
builds
upon
.
t
h
e
.
charm,
–
–
beauty,
–
–
magic,
.
a
n
d
.
grace,
.
.
o
r
.
.
simply
washes
–
–
them
.
a
l
l
.
away
.
.
f
o
r
e
v
e
r
.
.
to
join
.
t
h
e
.
torn,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
crumpled,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
tossed
.
a
w
a
y
.
pages . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
–
–
–
far
.
off
.
a
n
d
.
fading
.
yesterdays.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in February of 2015 where a brief, subtle, but powerful romantic experience is encountered but only weakly secured – leaving the reader to wonder whether such experience might lead to something more powerful and substantial in the future. I’ve had several experiences like this in my life as I’m sure many others have.