Down the Years

Down The Years O, my blanket smoulders, too warm for you and I, Drape, my dear, your shoulders and not upon your eye. Lay between the faces of every empty smile, To wallow in the spaces and breathe there, for a while. O, these shoes grow weary, we've come, this time, too far, Run with me, don't fear me, or how beautiful you are. Tip-toe between our troubles through the shadows in the dust, To gaze upon young couples pretending they are us. O, how a kiss can turn sour, bittersweet and rushed, Kiss, instead, a delicate flower before it can be crushed. Blossom between regrets where memories dare to hide, And waltz to loving minuets befitting a blushing bride. O, your heart is dancing, 'tis time to take your leave, I'll wear it, my dear, romancing and not upon my sleeve. Love me between the tears that oft, do gently flow, To rendezvous down the years where I will let you go. ©RJVHorton2016