There is a chill in the air tonight
Autumn’s cool fingers touch my face as I walk under a dusty ebony sky pin pricked by distant worlds
The clocks must turn back
Stealing tomorrow’s late afternoon sun
There once was another night such as this
A night long ago – that, if I blink, was yesterday
A night when the chill was lulled warm by soft whispers
…and goosebumps caressed into nothingness
Then it was a magical sensuous journey
Now it is a memory that lounges in my heart and mind
It is precious
It is treasured
But in the wise words of an old soul
A memory is not love