T
Was written slowly
letting the ink settle into the page
receiving the last lesson of age
accepting the surrender
understanding the sundown hour
between the words the spaces stand
holding the holy silence
receive this whispered kiss
all the words of unfolding years
those on the page of rage
at desperations struggle bloody end
given then love,
the passion of the night
a tender song the longing to be held
again in the soft air, in the moon light of summer
ah the poets years , a thousand fold
in dreams adrift in time
the lovers arms sublime
counted rhythm singing rhyme
youth slipped slyly away, the old gray beard has his day
come sit with me now my darling
as the long shadows cast the last dance
on the page before this hour is done
of the finest wine it was
a time of love
poetry