A touch of grey frames the face
A fleeting memory I try to chase.
He wanders here, he wanders there
Touching lightly, like a breath of fresh air.

Reaching out I block his path.
He laughs aloud and slips on past.
Turns around with a teasing glance
Then off he goes. I'll wait for my chance.

Good things come to those who wait.
Upon this proverb, I rest my fate.
All I want is to see the face
Of the fleeting memory I try to chase.

Ah! See there! He caught me napping.
On the window of my mind, he came rapping.
I jump to try and catch my prey
But teasingly, he slips away.

Pausing at the corner of my mind,
Turns and winks and beckons me on.
He knows I cannot resist his call.
I get up and trundle down the hall.

Ah but this time I have a plan!
A way to catch my memory man!
Gleefully I lay my bait
Just around the corner, I lie in wait!

Soon I hear the memory call
A worried voice echo down the hall.
And as he comes around the bend
I snicker, jump up and grab my friend!

He wiggles helplessly in my arms
Trying to get loose, he turns on the charm.
I grin and wait becase I know
In my own time, I'll let him go.

Now's my chance to see the face
Of the memory I try to chase.
But slowly I release my grip
And from my arms he does slip.

He turns to look at me and sigh
For now I've come to realize
What I love most is the chase
And the tantalizing glimpses of his face.

Written by "Buffy" 1991