Perfume’s Breeze
Sliding doors open; a festival's breeze,
I lounge and sip, memories at ease.
A ghost of perfume, a subtle trace,
Stirring the heart, a lover's face.
A ghostly fragrance, a whisper in my ear,
Stirs within me, a memory so dear.
A long-lost love, a forgotten treasure,
Resides now in this scent's gentle pleasure.
I sit, watching sunbeams, a sparkle in my eye,
As the perfume carries memories that sigh.
A first love, intense and true,
In the breeze, their essence is renewed.
The past, ever so slightly, comes alive,
A bittersweet joy, to tease and thrive.
I smile, for the road has been so very kind,
Bringing me here, a poet's way to find.
