A Watercolor Reverie

Its a watercolor sunday evening,
the city lies in fading color washes before me

as dusk swoops and slices through the trees
and the lengthening shadows fill me
with memories of every hue;
tremors of fragile emotions
drenching my thoughts
like the light that falls freely
from the sulphur street lamps

In the echoing distance
An alley dog barks,
alerted by
the aerial dancing of shadows
jangling my reverie
of deep sea profundities;

And so...
I am aware that
I am honestly not aware
where or when
I have grown to love the night;
its velvety darkness
embracing me
with the tender scent of You.

I don't remember anymore
for maybe
there is nothing to remember
how we began
or
did we ever end ...:)
When
you touched my body
with your beautiful mind
Or when my mind
took on a body of its own
and touched yours
such that
it torched our souls
with the deftness of fire light
in Love's continuum.

And as the darkness tremulously waits;
the trees halt their restless rustling
the twilight hovers in a hush
while the street dogs wait out
their last desperate hurrah
against the swift carriers
of the listening night...

For me to find
my way to you
once again

as you find
your way
back to me.