A sliver of a moon highlighting

the stone house by the river

full of young people, rushing

hither and thither, a cascade

of sound, a highlight of laughter,

a blaze of eyes. No disguise

but so many discriminations:

of face, of education, of class

we knew it couldn't last.

I retreated for forty years or more

but I always knew I'd come back

to settle the musical score

of moonlight on youth

at a time of hoar frost

with star-crossed lovers

tossed on this bonfire of the years

by my wonder of days.

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Sat 7th Dec 2019 00:05

Beautiful 🖤

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