Memory

                                                                   Memory


                    I look to the nights sky to see the stars take shapes that the world could never know. They form shapes of places we have been, and tell stories of our life to come. As my head is tilted to the nights sky, the warm summer breeze envelopes me, and in my mind I can feel your arms encircle me to clasp together at my chest, the fragrance of the night air turns into the perfume you so often wear. I can now feel your chin setting so gently on my shoulder and sound of the wind becomes a whisper of your voice. Your voice is so tender and loving ,but I cannot make out the words. I turn to ask you to say it again, but the moment is gone; yet, I am so lucky to be left with this memory that will last forever.