Return to Puerto La Cruz

From high above the canopy of stars
Shines down upon the shimmering sea,
Fragrance of jasmine sweetening the air,
Palm trees swaying gently in the breeze,
The distant sounds of music from the beach,
Bitter-sweet memories of a night - long past,
When you were in my arms, my love,
This last, most memorable night,
Ere you left at dawn, that very morn,
Your plane, a fiery comet, falling from the sky,
A painful day, etched forever into my soul,
A twist of fate - breaking my heart......

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz