I’m peering  through the looking glass of past time in hopes that I’ll find,

The lost memories and the faded treasures still existing in my mind,

In my every thought I hold your hand and make sure you’re with me,

To be rejoined with you is ecstasy even if only an hour you were free,

I must find my faded memories although they may be haze upon glass,

For laced within those remnants are gold dust that fell through the hourglass,

Gold dust may hold little value to some but I differ if it’s gold dust of you,

For yet another treasure of you I will travel my mind through and through,

My little rhymes on paper are how I keep each treasured moment of gold,

I marvel at times when the words written are so descriptive of the one I hold,

Days later I’ve seen my words to become amazed at my ability to scribe word,

Yet I’m not a wordsmith as it’s all inspired by her sweet words that I’ve heard,

“I love you,” whispered softly from her lips prior to passion’s voyage of amour,

As I pass into each dimension of eroticism gifted me by her I clamor for more,

I am but a drop in the ocean or a microsecond of time’s passage I must concede,

But at this moment I’m engorged to an extreme beyond my existence of need,

I hold a secret deep inside of which the origin is hidden far from today,

A trembling occurs inside my structure when she touches me in any way,

Sensations of weakness create an awakening that’s impossible to describe,

Her aroma blends with the magic to create an elixir that I feel a need to imbibe,

Inside my mind I’m on my own to find the fogged in treasures buried inside,

Deep meditation and time bring me to unearth a memory that long ago died,

Whispered words to her in sixty-five state, “I’m leaving but I’ll return for you,”

A golden treasure buried far away and extracted that was prophecy come true,

It’s the beginning of time as my timeline was nonexistent until I was awakened,

Through a bedroom window into a new dimension of love, to then exit shaken,

I must let all know this is the moment in time of my life birth, my existence today,

Gold prior to this was scarce however since discovery my life is gold in every way.

The end, by Pat for Patti