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