One Summer Past

It is Evening, the day neither Yes or No,

And the Shadows sweep the Accents  of June,

And in the Western Sky there is a burning glow,

That foretell of ‘Farewells’ that are gathering soon.

For so I wait on the approaching hour,

By the Fountain that stands in the Square,

To the parade of fine Beds that are Radiant in flower,

That we chose for this parting to share. 

It was a Summer with a Soirée of fond days,

Where sweet thoughts reside in your name,

How our Love was displayed in a Thousand true ways,

For when Hera was called her Spirit so came.

For the Summer was ours with its Tenets now paid,

With bright Lanes and slow Wandering Brook,

Our Elysian was found in Sunlight and Shade,

By Meadows full Green and dim leafy Nook.

Enough! that I fell so crashingly hard,

And being lost like a grief-stricken child,

What life that I have is now incurably scared,

By Passionate days that were Careless and Wild.

But what dreams were bred could never bloom,

Your Heart to another being sworn,

To other lives we must return and quite soon,

So all guise we must surely adorn.

I now see you appear down the light-dabbled walk,

The Sun flitting Gold with your hair,

Are those tears that preclude all trembling talk,

For the departure we’re emboldened to bare?

Now time moves apace to the parting of ways,

How it hurts when I see that you cry,

Was ever such pain endured when we say,

That simplest of words in the form of Goodbye?