Soft impulse

Sharp, intense and well to flout
The smell of perfume, wonder how.

Like the twinkle in a peaceful night
You stroke my hair, your face in light.

I flow from hence, your melody –
They say I haven’t known you –
How could this be?

When I was young, we did it then
Dance in the sun, melt into one
Derange the air, with much fanfare.

There are convictions to impart
Distinct, yet subtle from the start.

Now that you’ve been gone,
Have things really changed?
Still I know we will go on
Though they think of it as strange.

So if there’s one
Missing your arms
I can tell there’s still your charm
Inside my heart,
It will shine
Ardently, for all time.

You will always be
Dear to me.