Tonight I reach into the past.
My pocket’s deep. I reach and grasp
For a moment in time…velvet to touch
So special that I love so much…
The thought of you.

Out of my pocket of the past you come
I gently hold you, and for a moment succumb
To an open door called yesterday…
A precious time …in wondrous May
When you and I became one.

The velvet of our yesterday
Won’t age and crumble or decay.
The texture’s fine. The colour’s clear.
And remains that way with passing years…
Time won’t change.

Satin antiqued becomes brand new.
Time’s withered flowers are renewed.
Out of my pocket like a dream you come
Remembering when we were young….
I’ll always love you.

Dianne Magor