A Memory Of Moon & Water Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I can still touch
with the fingertip of memory

your Venetian laughter

losing itself in the mist
of Myth & History

here where
Past & Present

are one

& my lips kiss your lips
& your heart under my hand

trembles
like a tiny frightened bird

that would fly away into
a Future

that neither of us know
as yet

only the beauty
of the moment

the simple thrill
of your hand

held in mine

held still
in a forever of time

the trace of your
Venetian laughter

a memory of moon
& water.