Where moments sped on rapid wings For love hath dwindled silly things, Carousing special thoughts of you In incandescent passion’s brew.
Fingertips touch, tenderly Then soft brushed lips, especially, That honeyed calling in your eye Caressed the silky night to fly.
That in our fleeting, stolen kiss Entwined both souls in raptured bliss, But bleak this glow of lovers moon For passion fled far, far too soon.
Both panting in the stark moonlight Bewildered, thudding pulses, tight, In wretched circumstance’s stand To force our separations hand.
Confusion, stark, in dead of night She’s gone. My moonlight quails in fright. Leaving just a trace of scent…. And, in such, my shattered heart’s lament.
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ 1968 Butchers Hill, Northern Queensland