Something...

I’m listening to Something

Tossed upon the breeze

In my heart an ocean

Spills its memories

Something ‘bout the morning

Slipping into noon

Rouses a returning

Of hours gone too soon

Moment-tempest trickles

Soundless, yet I hear

Something like sun-sparkles

Strum the atmosphere

There is no retracing

Footfalls lost to time

Save for interlacing

Of your thought in mine

I’m listening to Something

Wafting on the breeze

In my heart an ocean

Spills its memories

Janet~