Somewhere in the mist of time
Upon a rain swept street,
I first walked you to your door.
Our goodnight kiss was sweet.

Magnolia blossom perfumed air,
the petals on the street.
A young man in the throes of love
-Or was it Love’s deceit?

Your kiss was like a butterfly
Alighting on a flower.
Delicate like gossamer,
Was that what gave it power?

No Carnal passion then or since
Affected me that way
As those kisses from my honeybee
at the closing of the day.

The water of life can’t warm my heart
The way you did your prey-.
Somewhere in the mist of Time
Ere all was swept away.