Remember that fount
From which we drank our desires;
Its waters, brimming with possibilities?
One sun blazed our skin,
The same moon wove our dreams.
Since then, the horizon has shifted;
No longer do we move in the same shadows,
And that spontaneous habit of each other
Is now, partly memory, partly hope.
It’s still young, this life, my friend,
The day is not yet irrevocable,
And nightfall does not bring oblivion,
For our dreams still carry,
The scent of reality.
Tony Xavier 