Picture...

A candle flicker
from the wind that
came through the window
of a former love
which had recently carried a letter
from the former lover
to a lost love about
a love that had ended years ago but
the hope that still lived on
from that one kiss
that sent them both on a tilt-a-whirl
and then the soft kiss that followed
with the power of a butterfly wing
which had flown past the letter of love
across the waves
carried by the wind
through the window
which blows out the candle
of the lost love
thinking about the former love
whose lips were rose colored and
shaped like a heart and
as each listens closely to the waves
beating against the rocks
and each turns to the wind
to imagine
the touch of lips
the softness of the butterfly kisses
each sends their own heart beats
across the waves
through the windows
and into the memories
of the lost love
and the former love.

This is a response poem at the end of my collection to the first poem, Imagine.