Serenade

    For Deborah

Last night when we were young
When fire met moonlight
The music played
In a sentimental mood for thought
That whispered not
In black & white
But in color,
Reflecting
On the mystery
Of love everlasting, contemplating
Life as a looking 
Glass

Of passageways wandering
Where I’ve known
You before
Some other spring gone all too soon
And then after
The cosmic reign
Passion danced
(doing just what
                            comes naturally)
Circles ‘round midnight, breaking
 Down the walls
Sorrow.         
                        
   

12/17/00