Dream Memory
There is no fragrance more soothing for me than
When the autumn air carries the scent of old decay,
Mingled with that of Lilies-of-the-valley, clean and ancient.
I would not exchange it for the perfume of all the world's roses,
The scent of rain, or the fragrance of a salty ocean wind.
When the breeze carries it to me, I cannot help but
Close my eyes and slip back through time
To find myself in a world long past, looking down
Two rows of antique oaks, lining a worn dirt road
Long since faded, tinted with the blood of a setting sun.
At the end of this drive is an old plantation house,
White-washed pillars support a stately porch, and a
Deep green ivy twines itself around the columns.
Doors and windows are flung open to let the summer
Winds in, heavy with the scent of jasmine and oleander.
It is there on the porch that I stand, watching him
As he makes his way down the road, his golden hair shining,
His blue eyes cool as a winter rain, resplendent in
Soft leather breeches and a white linen shirt, and
Then I open my eyes again, in the present again...
... I remember him.