Happy as larks they'd been
Back when the future still
Stretched unmarked ,trusted
Spirited and more imaginative

Clouds seemed to cross his brow
Clustered at first in nervous knots
Ghostly shadows in full moons
Black bats silently brushing by

Knowledge knows what was
Intuition reveals what can be
Love lost to love and he wonders
Which star she watches him from

Alone he is a fading flower bud
A pantry empty of nourishment
Together they were a blooming
Garden filled with rainbow colors