She spoke to me of days gone by,
reminded me of things I'd missed
of passages from both our books
as if she'd read the words in mine
The passion flowing from her eyes
(it burned away the clouding mist)
recalled the detail of the days
so distant now and so remote
Through other's eyes the world becomes
a different place from what we knew
quite often changing what we've seen,
the episodes we'd lost in time.
So, with her words, a new design,
her point of reference, thoughts and view,
added new color to this past;
and faded greys found antidote.