Those lines upon       

your autumn face    

are beautiful            

ripples                       

on a near-still lake.    

That’s now our love  

so deep, so calm,       

with passions            

stilled by time.        

Simple years have

distilled desire

to comfort, warmth,

and ease.

Yet barest breath

of summers past,

reminds your love

stays still.

So still, in fact

its memories lie

like dust upon my heart.

So blow on this heart

with long-lost breath,

stir memories

and passion.

Desire.

An autumn breeze,

filled with whispers

of then, and essence

of rekindled fire.