Too Soon

First love blues

lovely language longs
to find a style
while lexicon loiters a while
yet  the mind finds none
and wonders anon

 

then summons all
that which memory lends

 

sweet sunset surrenders
the mysteries of mistress Moon

Sol's firey rise of dawn
a walk in the park
on a Sunday afternoon

 

and
all that went too soon

Author's Note

semi- rhyme, if there is a such a thing

Reviews

[*** Hey Jude***]

There is such a thing in as shown in the creation of this tender prose, as with all good things they seem to end to soon. The memories remain, as well as the hope held within you for a "new day"! Blessed Be ~ Jude :)