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Redstart
Senior Member

since 2014-05-16

Posts 535

0 posted 2014-11-04 10:28 PM

Do you remember a small piece of bark,
from a tree where love once danced
to the cool-cotton certainty of us?
When the secret sounds of summer
were vassals paying homage
to the treasured realm of our unity.

You kept that bark through twenty years.
It was cherished, locked away,
throned above its sparkling minions,
lest their hardness mar its
unique, irreplaceable form.

Do you remember those trusting trees
where once the soft-brushed grasses
caressed the feet of shading friends?
Where unbridled love merged, as one,
with nature and effervescent youth.
Where passion rose like vintage Champagne,
then bubbled a peaceful,swirling clarity
as we claimed the world as ours.

Where are we now?

If we walked their way again,
would our summer trees bow in embarrassment
at our mumbled conversation?
Each knowing from summers past
that all we professed as untouchable, undying,
was now a tragic ghost of memory,
eroded by the apathy of time
to the weatherd shapes of distant strangers
unrecognisable in their innocence.

Knowing then, the truth,
would we have the strength to admit
that the years had stolen our love,
leave the sunshine to the young
and retreat into the shade?

[This message has been edited by Redstart (11-05-2014 04:27 AM).]

latearrival
Member Ascendant

since 2003-03-21

Posts 5499
Florida

1 posted 2014-11-04 11:21 PM

From Summers Colorful Blossoms and sweet cotton candy to Fall with voices of skeletons and black spiders. How fast it seems to have all gone to timber's ashes. Sad and yet as beautiful as what once was.Memories play tricks at times. best to you, Jo

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

2 posted 2014-11-06 06:45 AM

Oooh, ouch! I was flying high viewing you and your love in the first half, but oh, so heavy-hearted in the second part, Redstart. If this is based on fact, if it existed before nothing can negate it that it was so in those days, and it can be revived again, if only both parties really want it to . . .

Exquisite poem.

Owl

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

3 posted 2014-11-08 06:43 AM

you captured the pendulum's swing both ways with equal finesse.

Lori

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