Rhyme and Reflection

Sometimes, sweet memories
ring countless bells in my heart
ushering the bygone images as a dart
Providing glimpses of you, smiling and smart

Sometimes, memories haunt me awake
flooding in everywhere, from the rooftop and floor
Sometimes as a soft whisper flake
Sometimes as a loud knock on the door

Sometimes, the brown eyes of yours
twinkles as it tells me love stories
changing colors like mist and prairies
secretly saving images to nurture future memories

Sometimes, the many tones of your smile
reflect the colors of the evening shine
unfolding the grayed image from the file
replaying the day, you walked in to align 

Sometimes, I sit alone
gazing at the many countless stars
hearing footsteps in the background afar
hallucinating you tiptoeing into my arms ajar

Sometimes, I pause and wonder
If the violent maelstrom did not render
Would I still embrace you tender
To live today fully, in splendor