The Chase
We made haste as friends
I chase her fragrant scent
into the air and the winds
that the autumn ardour had sent.
Running rush of time well spent,
To unravel the treasured chase
with every fleeting moment
For humour, we laugh and gaze.
Into a place lie low, we embrace
The caresses of a hidden race
To make the thrill of this chase
Put the strides of rhythm upon our face.
The glee filled our hearts,
With a million worth of treasure
Mysterious steps into the depths
Hurled the winds we share.
And passions never seemed to tire,
But throw the chase into the winter
And keep the procession of hope on fire
Till the gallant grey comes back to summer.
Copyright © Gerald Legister | Year Posted 2021
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