Cajoled.
I looked for the good life but see
in late summer
a yearning for time to spin back
to the spring
where plans stood pine-tall and
future cajoled
us with hope so flattery\'s grasp
we held closer.
We laughed at inordinate hurry
of moments and
made fun of those cross-roads
looming ahead,
now tho\' with loneliness pared
down to the bone
I know that time\'s shadow was
destined to flow.
Days weep for the nights when
moonglow lit hearts
yearning for paradise but \'tho
winter approached we
wisely coped, so why was one
star made to fly in
unexplained orbit yet its mate
may not follow ?