On a hegira down my memory

Yours were a zephyr

Spring's first flower your smile

Sparkling stream your words

A dream in a dream our escapades

Heavenly twilight your endearments 

Winter sun your voice

An oasis your hug

An illusion it seems, your memories

Etched so deep never to fade

Sunshine they brought

And rain too

Only to walk on a rainbow everafter.


-Prats