I awoke this morning to voices on the wind
Echoes of past, present and future—
Modern times when I was living the year of the cat.
I saw the blonde girl smiling at me,
Coming to me in memory when I missed my train to Rome;
Homesick for home,
She chased away my blues on her way to Finland and places north.
Cappuccino lunches on alabaster beaches,
We were a weekend of carefree romances,
Dancing every night until the last star put out its light and called us home.
She went her way and I went mine,
We made our trains on time and waved our last goodbyes,
Never to meet again,
Except in echoes on the wind.