First Sight
Then, such a fleeting glimpse I had of thee;
eyes caught in passing trains, that summer past.
As time, in that moment did morph from fast,
to deathly still, the more that we could see
into each others eyes with such degree
to burn an image in my soul, to last
all the tormenting years that since have passed;
and I have spent without you close to me.
A russet leaf that takes its flight in Fall
will not unfold anew come next years Spring
instead, dissolve, to feed green shoots to come.
Each season watch the tree grow ever tall
until, in time, as wills, a child will swing
beneath it’s branches, watched by dad, and mom.
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