And We Meet In Our Thoughts

Years have passed, since we met last Yet my eyes are wet with the tears of exodus. Though we are miles apart, physically Yet we live in each other's heart, tangibly. And we meet in our thoughts And cherish the moments of our past. The distance is of eyes, only Yet we meet in our dreams, firmly. The fragrance is still fresh as a daisy Though several months gone from nothing are hazy. In my breath I still taste our farewell kiss Like sand in hourglass rolling with bliss. These mountains, rivers and the dunes are our souvenir As if we scaled the height in ecstasy and disappeared.