The Beckoning

The Beckoning Eloped, swift youth of summer’s breeze Floating in unfiled memories, Soaring through the chill of ecstasy Beyond the realms of sight. I hear. To snatch whilst sleeping Beauty from my eyes, The softness of pale, unblemished skin All and nothing within my reach, A voided silence of my past. I hear you. The scent of time, of summer’s rain Tobacoed air, mulberry wine, Rooms perfumed in elegance, once mine. And stooped the lonely buds Of summer’s missed, As we bathed in autumns leaves, Our lives fashioned by dreams, Clinging to yesterdays, I dreamt in the past, Age uncorked, a withered vine. A rainbow bled my heart My eyes a million dreams. The curtain falls, I hear you calling, The sweet chill of my name. Together again .