In Another Time

You and I have met before, Roaming the sweaty streets of Cairo, Listening to the sound of the desert, Searching for the hidden oasis. Alas – that was in another time. You were sleeping As the caravan moved on. I was gathering the fragments Of a broken song. And life passed, And the next, and the many, But in life´s spinning cycles We will meet again and again, And there will always be A faint remebrance And a faint sorrow. ****************************** This was my first poem posted on PS, but it was written many years ago. I have been a member for a year. I like being part of a community of poets. The main way PS helps me become a better poet is that it motivates me to sit down and write. I actually still like this poem, some images still speak to me.