A Strange perfume

Not something new. Certainly not strange.
It approached, tickled my senses, And wafted away.
You told of glowing embers far from my reach.
But the Spark was in retreat.

A cold wind falling from the north
Carried a familiar essence, familiar to both.
Clashing with summer warmth the clouds climbed on high,
Torrid warm winds, bright lights, a thunderous roar.

Indeed, not something new. Nothing strange, not unfamiliar.
Gently proceeding and reminiscent of faraway destruction.
Glowing, Building, then raging with force.
The strange perfume fills my head, just running a course.

Burning strong and growing closer, frightening and all-too-familiar.
Blazing spark swirling my head, Burning my eyes, raging blindness.
Not to see, not to hear, just the smoke, warm, rising, filling the sky.
Amber with the blazing, Now goes the sky. The most familiar heat.

The heat of passion, one time here, but Long gone by.
Definitely a mystery, glowing embers far from my reach.
The rain falls, Finally, extinguishing the brilliance.
It approached, tickled my senses, then wafted away.

Some strange perfume, lingering, warm, and not unfamiliar.
She had been there, brilliant and effervescent, a wonder to behold.
She blissfully danced on my soul, warm and so alive.
Somehow A past love, it's fire quenched, as if by, a long cool rain.

From my days with Nancy
Well before I met my wife