Omen
When wavelets curl along the pier
To cast a light in shades of teal,
I then recall a summer bold
Which wrote about our truth, our dare
And young we were ...a bliss reviewed
The wildest lips moist as night's crest
A passion christening one dream
While moonglow blessed this warm request.
We siezed fresh thirst, moments entwined
Where jays in June acted like hosts
Yet bad omen of clouds grew stark,
More vicious than a thunder's wail.
So now I watch shore's reverie
The pier much older than love past;
A time when seventeen grew still
Held by this gentle gentle heart.
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