Eternal Beauty

I can see us kicking around in our old hometown Where the pylons buzzed crackling with dampness Into the open cast crust of the iron ground; And as I recall there was never a time that felt as cool Or as real and full of youth and life as when I Would meet you walking home from school; You were a smile and ponytail vision even then, The laughing, almond eyes that teased and mock admonished, Until, on parting, I could hardly wait to see you again; Even though you barely tip-toed on the erotic verge of womanhood Even though you had only just turned sixteen, You shone with the self-assured presence of a life-long beauty queen. I can still see us hanging around in our old hometown Where days were as spun gold threads, the weave of months, When the sun in the endless summer sky shone down; And as I recall there was never a time that felt quite so fine As when I kissed your lips and tasted their pinkish dew And you kissed the fading tobacco of mine; We seemed to have forever and a day way back when, And those days and nights seemed so full of meaning, Immortalised in our minds as if they could never end; Now, even though it was so long ago and so long past I see you fresh and clear, and your looks that could almost kill, For you burned with eternal beauty that fires and haunts me still.