by Kenneth Harper Finton ©2015
Remember how your hair blew in the wind
that night we kissed and dreamed of sins.
I asked you why your large dark eyes
stared with wonder at the sky.
When we were young, two kids in love,
the world itself was not enough.
I dreamed that we’d forever lay
together at the end of day.
Now that time has flickered by,
I’m sure you still go watch the sky.
Oh, I remember well these things,
but now I have forgot your name.