We held hands as the night winds blew
watching silently as the new moon rose
Her reflection was broken by the ripples
as she laughed, mixing the pool with her toes.
Young love lusted for acceptance
as we sang its melody there in the night
Wondering if the pa**ing of time would bless us
and hoping the shadows would keep us from sight.
These were the images of yesterday
as we groped our way to understanding
One leading the other no-where
as both sought pleasure without demanding.
We sit on the porch now
in a swing made with these older hands
Watching all the young lovers
as they stroll by, on their way to distant lands.
Will they see the sights we've seen
myself and this woman by my side
Life has been a full package for us
and at times, quite a ride.
I see in her the girl I knew
back then at the hidden pool
Her eyes still hold that special twinkle
even when I am boorish and act the fool.
The years have left her unchanged
and she still watches my face when I talk
I think she sees reflections there
of the far away lands we used to walk.
I do not know who will be vacant first
from this porch swing that we share
But memories will surely sustain the other
as ghostly figures, by a hidden pool, will forever dare.