Then, there were the moments When the air was crisp and sweet, When you threw me funny comments That, in truth, I failed to meet. When the shadows of the forenoon Shone like icicles of blue And the mood was one of indigo A coalescence, Love, of you.
Then there were moments When the doubt began to seep, Where anxiety intruded And bled me of my sleep. In those darkened halls of velvet Where crimson nightmares lurk And the horror of a memory Where dread began its work.
But then there were the moments Where the sunshine had its way, Where the liquid green of leafage In the crystal breeze would sway. The platitudes would vanish, Condescension's cease, When the softened light of raindrops Kissed your mirrored pond of Peace.