Maybe we shall think at night
Now that we are old
And wish that we were young again....
In youth are lips would rise
Like the moon
And ripple like waves
Over other sugared lips;
Our lovers we embraced.
Now they too are much older
And some are gone
Left without a trace.
Maybe we shall go out
Together tonight
And make love again.

©Jack Aylward,
26th March 2004