Love Begins At Fifty
It happens we meet late in life
The suspicion is an onside Sun leaned in
a few paces closer this day,
ensuring our faces glisten
in a good light- how could we say?
We are without claws to catch the promise
Certainly we may
refer to a spectacular blue sky,
as all clouds are urgently called away,
should passing juggernauts threaten
the suggestion of a grey day.
Basking in our confidence, and convinced
Indulgent to stones in our shoes,
bombshells of the past put from our minds
easy as birds over the rooftops,
led where a growing whisper winds
It begins "once upon a time..."