While the breeze carries the scent of jasmine in my
I wrap this moment in the strands of time
And the night birds begin their song.
All else may cease its existence
In this one drop of eternity's water clock
As the sweetness of that floral redolence wafts in
On the clean refreshment of summer zephyrs.
My heart smiles knowingly-
And childlike, locks a golden link of memory
Around my bemusement:
My thoughts will return to this place
And with that recollection,
This smile shall return to my face.