Sweet Childhood

I opened the windows wide   

The air heavy with the nectar   

Sweeter than fragrance of the rose,   

Tender as pale bloom of tulip.

Revived memories, hot evenings  

So many moons closed in the book   

Not opened since the time stood still.   

Smells that cling undisturbed   

Crystal as water from the shower   

Sweet memories of childhood dreams  

Bitter, sharp, astringent, musk,   

That was of her so long ago.   

Night was humid, as I recall   

Dreams as then not fulfilled   

So long to forgotten childhood dreams...