Late Summer Love
Gone the fair young maidens,
Vanished into the years
With all the hopes of springtime dreams
Untamed by wisdom’s tears.
Lost the quest for love’s first blush,
Banished by winter winds
And tortured treks through wilderness
Endured, but for what ends?
She saw me on my journey;
Sang softly love’s reprise
Of better days and caring ways
with magic melodies.
<>I answered most politely
With passionate embrace
For sweet salvation here on earth:
This lilting, laughing face
Who might share my great sojourn
Toward lasting joy supreme –
A voice and heart in harmony
With my wayfaring dream.Though gone the springtime moon songs,
Still I cherish what might be:
Her wondrous soul vivace, here,
Embracing our reality.
Hw grand the fair young maidens
And their sprightly, eager knights
Who dance so happy in the sun,
Into the sweet twilights.
Late love is more than deja vu
Though flames less brightly blaze.
She’s no Gwenvere, but I’ll hold dear
My (place name here) always.
– by Job Conger
written 2:43 pm, January 25, 2002
published first in Bear’ sKin by Job Conger
Inspired by a woman, not from Springfield, who married another fellow when I made it clear I would not leave Springfield. My writing of “(place name here)” was done for the first time with the sharing of the poem/song here at Honey & Quinine. We (her, her huz and moi) are friends
and life goes on, braaaaaaah! (It’s a Beatles thing)
