The first sparks that were born,
From somewhere deep within;
The genesis of that first song,
That simply stirred the heart.
The first rays of silent love,
That golden day, that dreamy start.

The first rain that instantly poured
Into the soul that still does feel,
First ruminations of tender passion,
And the lovely, indelible mark;
Fancy and glowing desires that grew,
Ignorant of the impending dark.

Glances that took the breath away,
Electric pulses that struck everywhere;
Untouched places that began to sense,
A Surreal life that never was born.
Magical reverberations that numbed
The inner senses, and forked a new dawn.

The colors that lit a thousand lamps,
The cloying drift that brought untold words,
And angelic charms that sparkled all around.
The unceasing heavy beat, and the thirst,
Infinite bubbles of velvet dreams that flew,
Naive minds that did not foretell the burst.

And now, the ruins and the dust,
And the silent memories that remain;
Tinged with sadness and heaviness,
And the deep, boundless pain.

The now distant flashes of flames,
That fill up the unending memory;
Recalls that re-fire the dormant heart,
And the affection that still floods every artery.

The thread that runs through time and space,
Sewing together the saccharine and the gripe;
Aching thoughts and dear trances,
That will, till eternity, be ripe.

Untrodden paths that always do haunt,
The locked mind and the long lost key;
The unfailing heart that still remembers,
The love that was, and will forever be.