Cynthia of Her Wedding Day
Travel back
Back through
Harvested fields of our youth
Reach back
Back through the warm sweat
And moist memories;
Where passion was tongue and
Love the language
I remember cold nights
Trembling in your arms
I remember days when life was a mistress
Inviting coquette
Coy and jealous
Her hair set free and the faint perfume of
Her femininity
So now you marry and
We share another bond
Yet all I feel
And all I remember
Leads me to a peaceful and tranquil oasis
A pool of calm that compels me
To gather red-warm petals of flowers and set them
On your new path
And beg eternity's winds
Blow you afar in love