In last he knew the power of time,
would he allow sweet desire,
this passion we might speak
when two people do leap together
Much is that river of change,
with each touch, all of our gasp,
that elixir of her sensuality
would we be conscious of loss.
Oh to imagine when it was,
a sullen autumn afternoon,
in arms while worlds turn,
her serene capture in eyes.
Hush the silence of wondering why,
glance beyond now, search the sky.