Here we stand in the autumn of our lives,
yet springtime lives within us.
How I wish the blossoms would never fade!
I reach out and touch the lines on your face,
and all I can see is a boy in love.
At times I feel cheated by the hands of time.
How unfair it seems to find you
after so many years have passed.
Perhaps time was preparing us for
these moments that go beyond understanding,
this love that goes beyond description.
We dance barefoot in streams of desire,
sunlight upon us.
grasping each moment together
praying it will not be the last.


Comments: 29
wise and loving glow!
Good stuff.
sun on the guard’s gun
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
You have nice touches of wisdom in this lovely poem, Cheryl.