how rain flooding the margins makes
the reflections on this cobbled stone road
under my common feet falling
toe to toe
as I fade, into this known-
dream.?
perhaps a concocted reality
how would I know?
this now feels like
a place, I have only ever seen
in moving pictures and on movie screens,
how familiar this might feel-
but an ocean so far in between
there and now
tells the truth of all these tales-
I need to see her – for myself, again,
to clarify the existence,
one day, some day, perhaps- my dearest love
but fortune, the past does not seem like a memory- anymore.