The meeting

it must have been the rain

falling soft-petalled on the roof

the clouds in flower festivity

raining down their laughter

or the solitary bird

singing a single note after note

pulling in the reluctant evening

like a relentless oarsman

that my clouds of thoughts parted

and memories flooded in

and there you were

sandal-scented and smiling

your voice as you said my name

husky with tenderness

and I had simply melted

dissolved into pure joy

the world had ceased to be

time was irrelevant

there was no you or even I

just the lightness of being