Lost on a bench

Lost.. on a bench,

By the lock.

In his mind..

Trying to find..,

The path.. they took..on

 that day

 of summer love and look-.. ing 

 Up,

At the ... same 

Speckled light,

Through golden leaves,

To catching the tops,

 of rivuleted water,

With blades of silver light....

later ..flowing --with them,

Into the night.

Still bright.. she skipped and danced.. he: ..glanced,

Side by side,

On the path.. they went.

To a bed...of summer love.

Where:

Eros lay in delight,

When:

Day on the lock,

Had reached its height.

Now...dimmed and retired.

But.. they:

Finding.. in concert,

The fruits they desired ..

he:

A winged creature,

To admire..

No hour .. in the night

Would exhaust ...his flight.

With:

Eyes so close,

And dark between,

Her lips he kissed...

In ...Eros dream .

And now the clouds of time,

have ..passed .

He still holds... though,

Within his grasp,

The words they said,

That made them laugh.

But thin and brief, 

Are Echoed tones ...

Like vapour.. vanish,

On-

Eager toes.. when...to the song of a bird,

...they strode........

The summer path..

Brian Charles Donnelly Nov 17