An old friend

Beauty I caress with longing

Fingers finding their way back

To their old resting places

Circles of silver harmony

--

Gently I draw her golden mouth to mine

Blowing softly. Gently. Slowly.

Will she sing for me as she did

In the days of old

When passion burned a brilliant crimson?

--

Fingers trace old songs

As memories drift by lazily

Caught in a time warp

She sings to me

Her voice is seductive

As it was in our youth

--

Sadly, I draw her back breathlessly

Crying. I recall our past

And

How pure her silver voice used to be

In the days of

Our oblivious naivety

Dreaming dreams of a golden future

--

The dream fades eerily

Like a dissonant chord

Unresolved.

Memories of the dream I'd lost

Left locked away

Gathering dust

My first love and lady

The beauty of my flute