Remember, Remember

One day, when the sun will rise intently from the centre of the sky,

and uncover the byways from the time-spat dust, on which

we walked on chilly nights of a solitary December,

and discovered lands, invented emotions: time and again

as we converged at secluded corners of day, hand in hand,

getting lost in the dark of many alleys and several turns

of the night; you may remember. The piercing chill of love

and the temperate cloud above: remember, remember;

the hypnotic December: someday, you'll remember.

(First published in Blue and Yellow Dog: Winter Issue 2012)