Closed my eyes on a wet park bench,
When you tapped my shoulder blade,
Mist of rose and the cool of mint,
Ends my lonely masquerade.
Wrinkles fade and the heart got young,
Blind and deaf to the myth called age,
Did I evolve? Questioned the untaught mind,
"Yes my son" - said the inward sage.
Turned my back to hold thy cheeks,
In shock I was, the soul darkened,
Got cheated by an alien's perfume,
Claiming falsely to be awakened.