When you called me out of the blue
I had no idea that crammed into the months
And years since we last met
Something akin to a kaleidoscope of memories
Had crept and that it would only take
One or two childish shakes to rearrange again
The pretty broken shards into revolving shapes
Funny how these exquisite images of symmetry
Suspended in the little mirror growing
Like precipitated crystals with each rotation
Map with iridescence the excitement,
The agitation of rediscovering a rare treasure
And the knowledge that blinking would erase the magic
And consequently all the joy and pleasure.
