Have we not
counted our days
beneath the golden
rays of youth's sun?
do we not see that
time has slipped
away?
why such distance to
our place along the
rippling shore?
no more will I
call home the comfort
I had laid in store
no more a solitary
figure will I cut
it's not enough to
think you mine
one-sided dream
there is a fruiting tree
in a vision
I once had by a
grassy pond
fond have I been of
this memory:
there stood a
spirit of the wood
her eyes a'twinkle
in the light
she plucked a fruit to
share with me until the
day's twilight
"stay with me"
she said as
I turned away to go
had I known she'd
disappear
I'd have not said no
(some prefer the
natural course
"come what may"
they say but
I am nature's
creature beneath
organic sway
ever mindful of
the fact that
time has slipped away)
