Reappear

Reappear to me:

A heaving laugh, a brush of blue-dress linen across tan knees,

A sparkle of a knowing eye, an open smirk of straight teeth.

Time is the ultimate deception

For past perfection appears to me now, a mere projection.

How can it be that in front of me lies a scene of loneliness,

A cold winter day where streams freeze and birds search sadly and

Bare trees stand stiff and motionless against gray sky,

Yet when my eyes shut resigned, my body warms with summer’s soft breeze

And the smell of sun and the sound of life and laughter fill up my empty inside? You are here and you are not here, you have left yet you will never really leave. You reappear when my tense mind eases its hold on the wide-open present.