Kevin Michael Bloor

The Days of Winged Wonder

The rose and the lily, the blue bell and daisy

The days bathed in sunlight all hallowed and hazy

I loved them that summer when true love came calling

Laid by me in long grass, in love with me falling

 

The damp, diamond dew drops: her tears that I’ll treasure

The love of her laughter; her smile of pure pleasure

The bright balm-filled breezes, the nectar from kisses

My mouth, on this morning, so madly it misses

 

The girl of my dreaming, in jeans, rarely dresses

The touch of her fingertips, gentle caresses

Her voice, in a whisper, like swish of the ocean

Her kiss, breathing bliss, from her heart’s deep devotion

 

The sound of sweet songbirds in woods gently shaded

The locks of my true love, by beauty all braided

Those days of winged wonder I’ll yearn for forever

From here to eternity, I’ll rue them never!