Ron | 
July 10, 2010 @ 10:39 pm| 
Beauty came in the guise of innocence
And wrapped her arms around our youthful days
Until the lust we recognized as love
Sang its final song and departed.
I remember it well.
The grass was smooth and soft under our feet
And the days were long enough that nights had only
Time enough to cool, and cover our passions.
And love came easily, as apples in a laden orchard,
Easily plucked and delicious but now indistinguishable
As birds flying in flock, flitting and sweeping,
So all blend together and become the whole.
Yet we remain, you and I. No evening
Finds its heaven with stars more faithfully
Inclined. - maybe the language of an unknown tongue
Can answer why, or, perhaps, the reason
Lies in the silence of a falling snow.
rlkilgore
