By Calypso createld@hotmail
Date: 27 November 1999

A Change of Season

A cold mountain stream,
Weaves its way,
Through meandering ice and snow.
It churns and carries,
Memories of an unseasonably warm autumn,
Filled with moonlit nights.

Takes me back to where I belong,
		Reality.

The icy current,
Cradles my heart until,
It reaches the open sea.
A sweet memory.
No me olvidaré de ti.