Que Sera Sera

This pen works in unseen ways
It writes of you this night
I know not why it should thus be
When you are so out of my sight

Fate is a cunning old trickster 
It separates us across cruel time
But your grace flits across space
It keeps your memories in my mind

And I write of forgotten springs
In this summer’s blistering heat
When the mind was deliriously light
The heart heavy with its own beats

Of such nostalgia is our lives made
Foregone moments when time was kind
Which in their wake leave memories
That catalyze the rest of our lifetimes

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Beautifully penned Siddhartha...Enjoyed very much...Rose