A Part of My Memory

I look past my window And the picture is inviting. I see the sun, reflecting from a piece of mirror trying to hide between the pebbles of the old lily pond. I went out to sense more beauty. The touch of humid air, gives sensation to my weary skin. And the love song of the trees is like an elixir that brings my strength. Then a shot of shadow caught the linings of my eye. And my heart stumped like an old nagging duende. I knew that’s him. He took my hand and raised me from the stone where I was sitting. His stares make the loquacious water from the fountain to seize down.