Quietly Passing

Chuckled, the muse of delightful eyes glancing

A Pecan orchard had wandering paths before us

Lost in the myriad of thoughts on love and youth

The Moon so full on that eve long ago

The gentile light beams led to where a few longings be

Whilst Jasmine capture the memories of fingers with pencil in hand?

Tumbling at night under the trees and our stars flickering whimsically

Tangled auburn hair and yours’ black waves of onyx

Grasping for one more moment as tenderly complex as this

The horned owl watched in questioning shock and utter voyaging

Embracing as one within a book of tender follies

The aroma of peaches tossed to and fro; smiling

Walked quietly, my bare feet met strath and yours in boots

The Jasmine asked, would we come back?

I don’t know, I replied, and that was that.

The Pecan branches blew so soft as I pondered

The Moon lit the meandering path in my mind

I wondered then what life could have brought

Would I ever find your way again?

Saying goodbye to the orchard at eighteen

Have not traveled that path joined with any other hand

But, aromatic memories so fond still permeate the memories

Smiling of our youthful passionate quests way back that still lingers

@BoJenn 2016

Thanking all lovely thoughts today

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