Stare through the stream of time and beg the flow stifle its brook

I could share my memories there, if not for the future it took

Compelled may I thread its seam and unravel such sweet revelation

 For she within my dream caresses form a midst her occupation

Florence, a night I will always remember, our embrace upon a white tile floor

If for but this night I surrendered and our passion would leave us craving more

In stasis now this memory streams, seemingly absent from its ebb and flow

Now, I wonder clear of our memory dear; when you think of me, does it show

For she within my dream caresses form a midst her occupation

Compelled may I thread its seam and unravel such sweet revelation

I could share my memories there, if not for the future it took

Stare through the stream of time and beg the flow stifle its brook

By: James Rollings- June 16th, 2012 (11:20 A.M.)