N. D. ROSE
In a fleeting moment
in a garden path
in a distant place
we met and smiled;
gentle and full of warmth,
the tryst we thought to be
yet anon storm clouds burst
and lightning flashed
and our marrows
shivered in cold frigh,t
the mistake whom’s?
lips whispered at askance
the line so thin and fragile
would it snap?
we thought every moment
and our throats went dry
yet it held
and when we met
the years had gone bye
and our senile hands were shivering
and our hairs had turned grey
but there was tranquil bliss all around
and an eternity had ended.