First Love

When I thought of you,

I used to see your face.

Smiling and warm,

Your head thrown back

mid-laugh.

And I would fly.

Now you are far

away.

Farther than

before.

And though I don't think of

you

As much,

when I do

I just think of your

eyes,

And how they would

glow

with the music

and sparkle with the reflection,

of the sun.

And when I used to dream of you,

I would hear the sound

of your music.

But it's  been a while

since you were in my dreams,

until last night.

I don't know what about it

was about you,

All I saw was a solid

warm green,

like your eyes.

And bold black swirls

being painted by an invisible brush,

Like the sound of your voice,

 the late June breeze.

and all I heard was Vivaldi's

Spring.

But when I woke up,

I thought of you.