Reverie

 

Your echo remains in the Willow’s branch,

Our harmonies can still be heard

On those warm Summer Nights

When the Wind tickles bare limbs

And the neighborhood Traffic slows.

For a moment, Time takes his respite

And breaks from graying our hair

To unfold a scene of our youth

From a season long since forsaken, but not forgotten.

Time has preserved the happenings beneath the Willow’s spell;

And although she dances and weeps no more,

Our secrets linger still in the safe-keeping of her friends.

Hidden in the stillness of a Summer’s Night,

 And brought to life by the touch of the Wind.