Oh, so fleeting are those days of yore
where lovers leaped without hands or feetjust their hearts
those moments when tears
would appear and with one gentle swipeof tender fingers your lover would comfort
you and whisper ‘all will be ok’
quiet moments where two
souls would share a space and withoutthe misnomers from words being spoken
they would just embrace
when soaring figures made of clouds
passed by as we lay together infields we had played and giggle
when our empty bellies grumbled
we’d ride our bikes so fast
without fear laughing while pedaling into the wind as leaves and particulars
gathered in the corner of our eyes
along with tiny tears
Oh, so fleeting were the times
where angst and wars and deathhad no place in our immortal souls
we would just play making angels
in the snow