The poetic notion of over and done
For me, has ceased to exist
The aching essence of love lingers on
Like the afterglow of a kiss
Memory is like vintage wine
We savor its warmth on our lips
Today’s moments are fruit on a vine
Tomorrow its harvest we sip
I hold the aura of you on my tongue
Its ambiance soothing my thought
Forever old or forever young
To me it matters not
For the poetic notion of over and done
Is for moments, not memories
Pour me another; love lingers on
In moments such as these
The fingers of time run over my skin
Darling, what must will be
Time cannot touch moments sealed within
The vault of memory
J~