It's a mile to anywhere since
you have gone away a funny
little crooked way I cannot
walk today.

I am afraid that I might find a
rumpled heart you tossed into
the weeds as you went by, a
broken dream you lost.

It may be you walk slowly
and wait for me to go that
tangled path to find you if
only I could know.

Lets be gay while we may
and seize love with laughter
and I'll be true as long as you
but not one moment after.

Sometimes a little's a lot and
sometimes a lots a little
depending of course on who's
who, how come, and what's
what for a little of you is a lot
you see but a lot too little to
satisfy me.

Yours was a strange love you
brought to me, a brief bright
thread of gold for life's Tapestry
and it is strange that one gold
thread could mean so much
yet it made my soul's garment
soft to touch.
                                                  Jon York   2017