memory...

in the dawn of a planet's life
you break into my vision
like a dream of a rose-colored garden
your lips touch the lone heart
sending pulsating desire of pure
joy, of life, of wanting to soar
the infinite sky like an eagle's dare.

you are really like the sun vanishing
in the sea of dreams where the stuff of
memories surf in their loveliness.

a memory you are real. you touch my shoulders
you drive my enthusiasm.
you are mine.