Love Is Eternal

An old man keeling down by a gravestone cleans the inscription so it can be read. For it’s a symbol of why he had come “Love Is Eternal” was all that it said. Wiping a tear, his expression glazes sorting out memories he swore to keep. And then he began to whisper his thoughts his lips wearing a smile borrowed from sleep. Do you remember our first Halloween picking out a pumpkin in the hot sun? And how we craved up that orange giant bubbling over with excitement and fun. A kaleidoscope of leaves played the wind as they danced in tune with each fresh breeze. And our hearts converged in the autumn chill admiring the shear beauty of the trees. Our hands gently touched and we laughed out-loud a happy sound filling our hearts with joy. And smells of summer’s bounty spiced the air arousing the man stirring in the boy. Our trust grew as inhibitions were shed and leaning on hope we shared our first kiss. For that night two innocent naive hearts fell in love, while experiencing bliss. I recall splashes of sugar maples blazing in mosaics of scarlet and gold. And memories only love can retrieve treasured pages within a book grown old. Promising he’ll see her again in time the old man slowly rises to his feet. For winter now stalks his bones, life’s too short and death encroaches at summer’s retreat.