Loves Flies Eternal
once fleet of foot
these paired feet two
no longer fly
and silver steps are measured
in minutes
as time whistles by
humming the same old tune
that touched us so
long, long ago
when only radios played our songs
and films reeled black and white
writing wild fantasies
of adventure and romance
into pubescent minds
sowing funflower seeds
on virgin fields of dreams…
and fun we reaped
in tons and heaps
back when we were fleet of foot
dashing through days and dough
as though they would never end…
but end they did…
and as we swing into life’s
twilight zone
hands intertwined in a union
everlasting
clinging to fleeting branches of our memory tree,
know that the die is cast
and though fleet feet never last
true love flies eternal….
~ P
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