We strolled those naive shores of youth
Twenty toes dipping in pond of love and fortitude
While our bodies firm in sweat and scented wet
We were blind to the eventual castings of regress
Everything’s gone foggy soggy or lost
The only wet left is tears of human frost
In ancient searing mist age beat us down
With her watch, her fist, then her crown
But our wanting kept us in search
Where mature love turns soft blue
A color for our never dying thirst
A place in life for me and you
Once higher than any seductive sky
We soared above self-inflicting lies
Till clouds hit mountains and attacked
Settling into the fog of our cataracts
Tarnish eyes curl up in old lashes
Silver stashes hid in Gretchen grey
A country song gone oh so wrong
A most beautiful life betrayed
Sinking from those skies above
Young ones caught our song
And began their trip through love
Glory to all those who shall cum
This most innocent mate of our fate
And long before we must succumb
Wrinkle will raid your face
Yet we will not trade, no!
Not young water for deserts
Nor cool ponding toes
Traces of love’s youngest daughter
The scent in air when we were alone
Nor memories stranded in cataract eyes
For maybe it’s just dust
Or maybe eyes just die
We were young
Then we were old
We were lucky
And oh so bold
We were silver
Then turned gold
As love got stuck
Between our bones
“I love you sweet cheeks” Papa.
