Poetry inspired by the perfume Ashore from Amouage.
When will life’s currents return what was lost?
Like a bottle-at-sea, I’m turned. . . I’m tossed. . .
Happy reminders of us at the beach.
Were dispersed as sudden thunderstorms brewed.
All our fulfillment was now out of reach.
Rip-Tides and ripped hearts separated you.
Like a widow’s walk – I never gave up.
Like Jasmine, hope would bloom but fall again.
Souvenir memories – sand in a cup.
‘Til waves let you out again in the sand.
FInally, my long-lost love washed ashore.
Just. . .I don’t recognize you anymore.