by Violet Neff-Helms
In the quiet moments when you pause above your books,
Lifting slowly your wine glass, casting back your looks at times now gone.
Watching firelight dancing shadows on the hardwood floor,
Smiling slyly, shaded eyelids, savoring Golden Never Mores.
Sifting like sand your memories where Time and Thought are kept,
Will you recall as I shall recall, or will you just forget.
A meeting of minds so long ago in a corner of this Earth,
A sharing of thought in passing there,
A moment of Peace and Mirth.
Brief as the breath of the living,
Quick as the flight of a dart,
I left with a smile and a memory,
You left with the wind and my heart.