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
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2016
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