My eyes fixed now and then
At the entrance of the grand
Old Viennese Café.
How would this first meeting
Be for us?
Perhaps not the pounding of
Hearts
But nethertheless an inner
Excitement started to build
Rising up in my body.
What about her?
I missed seeing her entering
As she walked thru’ the café.
Suddenly a woman stood in
Front of my table: Jolly?
I got up. Mischi?
Her dusky eyes and her lips
Widening to a smile
Have not changed.
We kissed like friends.
‘Let me look at you!’ I said
Memories flashed thru’
My mind. Our times together
She called: Wakening hearts.
We drank tea. We talked.
My heart warming in the glow
Of her eyes that dusky hazel
Sparkle she painted her life’s
Pictures
On the canvas of my mind.
A most inspiring piece of art.
Here she sat: my first love
Collocutor
Friend
Comrade in arms
Woman of letters
52 years later.
Our hearts had parted seeking
Personal freedom
Two migrant birds breaking out
Returning for a reunion of minds.
We talked back and forth and
The tips of our souls touched
Embraced and warmed up our
Hearts
Feelings once buried
Started stirring again
Like a tamarind seed
Planted by fate
Holding an offer for love?
For the poet’s antennae
Sensed the good vibrations
Asking to carry on with
Continued celebrations.
Perhaps it will be brought
To fruition with the new fresh
Colours of an early summer.
Her parting lips murmured.
This – the most wonderful gift
For the fledgling New Year.
GIFT.TFIG
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
