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Serendipitous Memories
There is a special place for you
ever in my mind.
Though you consume it all, in that place
you have fashioned an impregnable fortress.
A quarter filled with lasting
and sacred notions of you.
It is charged with endless depth of emotion and your grace.
A unique realm, it is fit for you alone and at that I regress.
I search the world over to find another you;
someone to capture me in the self-same way.
I am, in that regard, silent and try not to confess
that you are like the wind that relentlessly blows.
My efforts to rearrange
those pervading memories are futile.
Stubborn, I try not succumb. I am pressed to dress
that which is indelible and unmistakably shows.
I find my will defying me;
it wrestles me to no end for you.
Why, mind of mine, do to cling
to one that did not stay?
For you came in my yesteryears,
thus possibly a fantasy that remains.
Yet in reverie, I dote and sing
wishing for you never to grey.
It is an incongruous mystery
that shatters my beliefs to the core.
Contradictory to nature, I am chased true
to find a visage of you.
My thirst for which can singularly
be met by your presence.
Serendipitous memories will be your legacy; this I always knew.
They are akin to white light of sun rays that remains after night's dark hue.
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