Repeating For You

Your hair cascading over

Your slender shoulders,

The piano piece as

Haunting as your beauty,

Suddenly you are on a

Narrow path in old

Rural England,

I, a monk fingering

His beads, we meet

On the bend for a

Moment in your eyes,

And many times after,

Perfume and piano

Bring me back to

Is this history

 Repeating,

A poet and you

Still young still

Beautiful as then,

We meet for a

Moment in words,

Will we meet again

Like then

Many times after.

Stephen Nesbitt ©