Recall

Beyond the borders of boredom
through the broken window pane
I brush upon the misty canvas
a sepia print of long lost days
caressing a relished memory
~*~

Our faces ripple in the brook
as we whisper dreams in the drizzle
rim rainbows with our gilt-edged desires
and blow our wishes – delightful bubbles
on the wings of gentle zephyr
~*~

As today sinks softly into tomorrow
and both look the same as yesterday
the plumy mist vanishes…
my precious flashback snapshot too
leaving me this unbroken solitude