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.