Comes a scented melancholy rolling into love before the call Never doubting your presence or mine Idle talk acquires air which comes before a fall Fading soon into the rapid hum Of your departing spine
A resting phrase kissed half blind tears from scented wings Burning them into our memories Yet there was no sorrow, in or about anything Or fear felt when you faded Into the breeze
Ancient wisdom came to us, making us serenely aware Of all the ripples rolling into our midst We merely held on to the sweetness we shared Knowing, those ripples would fade No longer exist
Comes a scented cheerfulness rolling into our present Never doubting your presence or mine Those ripples have faded into love’s astonishment Forever sending the sweetest chills Up and down our spines