Shared moments of joy, intangible, lack physicality and yet have a strange power to create bonds that go beyond space and time. They generate a sweet-sour ache, re-awakening old memories lost in time and an unstoppable urge to go back and walk those streets once again. 

Or just lose oneself in the grandeur of a heritage preserved over centuries or just sit and  watch the twinkling of time reflected on the waves as they drift by. 

Innocence rekindled...

From across the seas I watched
As she ran over cobbled streets

Arms akimbo
Reaching out to clutch the clouds
In the azure skies above.

I saw her
Leaning over the bridge parapet
To wave at the sailors
Atop barges
Riding the waves below
Laughing as they waved back.

Amorphous, vapor like
Her undiluted joy

Spread and scattered.

Free and whole of and in itself

It glistened on each blue-green wave

And rode on the winds

Touching all that lived.

A linking

To an innocence long lost

Rekindled

For those few moments
That were spent together.