until an autumn afternoon, until
a quick, wicked foliage, we lived a dream.
we lived for as long as we stayed within
the confines and refrains of memory.
our past, our flings and flips of heart have marked
our passing in this nestingplace in time.
I remember how, in the summerdays,
we danced, we pranced, we fluttered like flimsy
lovebirds across the invisible sky.
arrested, adrift, and finding all my
memories of you, I realize that
in your beguiling eyes, I saw no tear.
the dream has vanished into the winter,
where it remains and awaits the springtime.