It Was

It was the strange cologne the misty moon it was the river rolling on and on hallucinations and a dream someone's shadow on the wall silvery leaves brushing your face running running through the wildwood over the bridge forever to the cottage bright in the meadow dark stones wet with autumn showers hours spent before the dying fire your hand in his it was the inevitable joy, the boundless leap of faith taking your breath along with the last bit of summer it was as strong as life is long and true, and all for you, it was.