Essence Of A Memory

Music and laughter drifted from a gazebo on the green lawn As the spring breeze blew fresh flowery scents into the air; We were at the park and all I could think about was your hair Caressing your shoulders in the sunlight. We were young and we believed that none of our actions Though amorously brimming over with unconquerable desire Could be anything but child-like angelic innocence More heroic than the Garden of Eden. You held my hand and my pulse rate rose And my mind was ecstatic with wondrous excitement; I touched your face with my fingers, I thought maybe that very moment I would expire. I don’t remember anything you said But your voice was like nightingales by an evening stream Where sages and poets sit to find their dreams, Your every breath was miraculous and enticing to me. We fumbled and made naïve inexperienced kisses That would never make a Hollywood movie gross millions But I was drunk with more intense happiness Than most mortals will ever know or express… The essence of this memory still leaves me enraptured.