I can still touch <br />with the fingertip of memory <br /> <br />your Venetian laughter <br /> <br />losing itself in the mist <br />of Myth & History <br /> <br />here where <br />Past & Present <br /> <br />are one <br /> <br />& my lips kiss your lips <br />& your heart under my hand <br /> <br />trembles <br />like a tiny frightened bird <br /> <br />that would fly away into <br />a Future <br /> <br />that neither of us know <br />as yet <br /> <br />only the beauty <br />of the moment <br /> <br />the simple thrill <br />of your hand <br /> <br />held in mine <br /> <br />held still <br />in a forever of time <br /> <br />the trace of your <br />Venetian laughter <br /> <br />a memory of moon <br />& water.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memory-of-moon-water/
