When my hair becomes grey
My skin translucent and paper thin
..........When I am comfortable in divine shadow
..........I shall smile and remember
In the month of April
Sweet emotional happiness

For each day, my heart beats with sweet peace
..........I will be rich, of loves wealth
How calm the swan floats
The dew laid hay glistens in the fields
and forest horn far away

Entwined devouring lips
Masculine images of youth
.........Nuptial shadow dreams on soft night flights
Of long days held
I so lived in fatigued expectation of youth
Impatience bled upon seasons shared

On the wall a frame, a memory will give back my sweetness
For, each day I have loved you more
.........Love passes with a dream
So fleeting its effect
Sweet was my peace and not being yours
.........Framed on a wall sweet emotional happiness
Finished with poems kiss

~ A frame on the old wall ~

© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet