Apprehension, tucked in heart's intuition
    love grows old and insignificant
      once upon a time there
          was felicitous anticipation

This plight haunts my memory's spirit
   captured within guilt's sunlight
    windows upon my soul,
         now darkly tinged contemplation

Pensive thoughts rain hit or miss through
                   a frosted window pain
         sad cricket sounds remind me of an old rhythm
              when  poetry still rhymed ~

Winds blow by, arresting breath
    as growing older fades star's night
      wise man once told me, believe in
           the angels of your own fateful heart

We used to dance in well versed harmony
         bluebirds never sang of stormy endings
              and there was no such thing
                       as 'once upon a' in time