One More.
Oh for a yesterday
when moments of lavishly ripe
excitement flew
white sails of high-hope making
horizons glorious.
Where rich and expectant, life
scribed a metaphor,
when readiness was enough to
light futures for two.
Nothing then but tides of daily
close contact
when love lustily climbed up to
unexplored shores.
Where one well-planned holiday
waited for more,
and waves of rapture drowned
in impatient passion.
Oh for yesterday
when racing we sped away from
fixed moorings,
left tracks of habit and sailed our
own galaxy.
We thought reaching land would
make life fantastic
yet implacable fate had its hand
in our plotting for sure.
Two stars plied, without fanfare
their poetic notes,
danced on the prospective brink
of desire coming true.
But all became thwarted by loss
of effect when you,
thrown overboard suddenly had
no chance of tomorrow.
Oh for one more yesterday.