the boardwalk summer: low tide and high feeling, a helpful bit of sun along the way, and music, like a soul-possession engine -- a tastes-like-cinnamon- or-taffy day a kiss behind the pier: a running stallion, a dancing mare with yellow tangled hair, a range of wooden slats for many horses, a galloping within the blare … Continue reading "cinnamon or taffy"
She brings young love up to the door, Her family on the other side; A heart as full as hearts can be, And eyes alight with pride — But families don’t always see: They can get locked up in the past, And miss the growing moment’s mien, “Another thing not meant to last –” But … Continue reading "In Joy"
She walked out on these docks with him About a life ago In warm and windy memories That only she will know The boy who was her everything Her fading Summer light Until the darkness took him Into everlasting Night
A limitless expanse — In time reborn and unaware We ventured And left our hearts to chance: The magic morn of cupboard bare, Indentured But never knowing it was so. So intimate, so artless — The world may be a wonder show: It’s keepers, though, are heartless — A barefoot couple’s dance: Ere everything that … Continue reading "In Time Reborn"
Young love, what it felt like. A clear Autumn day – Golden leaves, a blue sky, the bright carnival way; At fourteen years old with my very true love A large crowd around us, a few clouds above The roar and the music, the beautiful girl, My mind in a passion, my heart in a whirl … Continue reading "Fall Carnival"
I wander freely in and out of dreams Along a path where long ago we walked; By tires on long ropes, swung over streams, Where crickets chirped and frogs croaked as we talked – And as young lovers do, we also did. I loved the shy excitement of your eyes; Your quick’ning breath, as on … Continue reading "I Wander Freely"
I'm overwhelmed, it's true.
With an added postscript.
By the sea.