from with in the
wafting breeze

that scent of spring
the one that takes
your breath away

that one that has you
stopping to inhale
ever so slowly

enjoying each passing
second deeper and deeper
until you must exhale

and inhale again savoring
each moment as the mine
searches through countless
scented archives

of those moments of shared
bliss from ages long past
and faces all but forgotten

as memories unfurl in
wafts of passing lyric’s
as the music plays on

through all those forgotten
scenes emerge upon
closed eyelids

a glass wine sitting on a table
a candle flame reflecting on
a bottle of wine, flickering
to the movement of dancing

the mine struggling to hold back
those memories best forgotten

as the breeze wafts again and
that scent spring begins to renew
as the mine drifts along lost in
eons of scented archives