You knocked at my door
in the harshest night-hour of that winter
frozen, hungry, pale and in despair
you were gladly invited and we had a hearty dinner.

We chatted about life
and all things  beautiful and sublime
we sang and recited poetry together
our laughter filled the night-air and we lost count of time.

I was then so young and my heart was eager
to capture the essence of each moment of wonder
old, weary, derelict and only a spectre of a man
I am at your door this summer day--' 'I knew you never' comes your answer.