Leo Larry Amadore Poet Free verse

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Song of Summer's End

{An old, childhood piece, submitted as a curiosity}
(A shortened version of this piece was posted earlier on poetrysoup, titled
Summer Gifts.  This is the full version.)

Liquid oceans of moonlight,
cooling currents of wind:
these are gifts of summer
that will not come again.

Fragrant essence of roses,
radiant beads of dew:
summer's valued treasures
that belong to me and you.

When age deprives us all
of summer's glorious time,
when death's demand is made
and we know not summer's clime,
how sad -- depleted -- we ever 
then shall be!

Our eyes no more will bathe in light,
our cheeks will feel no wind --
no brightening note lost summer days
will ever, ever lend.

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Paul Callus September 3, 2018 at 3:55 PM Those childhood summers will never return, except on the wings of memory, Leo! Time and age refuse to compromise, thus the summer of our life, once passed, will be gone for good! Regards // paul