Different

As our palms touched for the first time

Reaching across icy air

I felt the spark of familiarity and delight

The retreat of despair

Crackled in the static night

I felt then as I feel every time

I look into your jewel eyes

That we had already met many times

In a previous life

Or as a clock chimes

One evening while out for a stroll

Both younger then and alone

Soft light, reflections caught well

And echoed footsteps on stone

Oh well

Perhaps we passed one another unknowingly

And something of the scent or impression

Stayed in the mind until later years

Released finally as a procession

Of kisses and joyus tears

If I had known you that evening

Or in a previous life

Would you have seemed different?

Or does the spark of familiarity

Last throughout all changes?