Heady blend

A rancid past, an infertile mind

And the strains of loneliness

Slithering thoughts of death - The

Streaks of yonder past.

The soft whispers of snowfall

And the sweet smell of first rains

Blossoms in autumn!

Love's blend is heady, indeed!

Eternal rendezvous

Opiated moments of sharing

Passion for love that

Simmered to the brim.

Time became the mellowed witness

To the soft whispers

Shattering the stillness of silence

An eternal rendezvous in to the soul

And a lingering longing for

A return journey to the past