More vivid than zenith
Reflecting off crystal,
Casting amber hues of life
From deep heaven.
More refreshing than a zephyr
Cooling the sweat beading
On the forehead of a child
Hard at play.
More cleansing than a gale
Peeling away old paint,
Chipped with age;
Leaving the wood naked—
Vulnerable.
I saw you today:
I thought my memories would fade.
Donald W Catchings Jr 