I

thought

about

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

then

–

i

t

–

was

gone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ it

.

w

a

s

.

gone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

just

like

–

t

h

e

–

old

song . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

e

–

–

–

used

–

t

o

–

sing

along . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

used

–

t

o

–

sing

along

–

t
o
–

that
song . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ we

used

–

t

o

–

sing

–

a

l

l

–

hours

beyond

–

t

h

e

–

dusk . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

magnificence

above

–

t

h

e

–

sweet

smelling

musk . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

miles,

–

–

upon

miles,

–

–

upon

miles

–

o

f

–

mystery

–

a

n

d

–

movement

beneath

–

t

h

e

–

eternal

skies

–

o

f

–

nighttime . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

– 

–

–

now

–

i

t

–

is

dawn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ yes,

now

–

i

t

–

is

dawn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

daytime

calls . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

t

–

–

–

is

dawn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

t

–

–

–

is

dawn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

in

moments . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

in

mere

–

–

moments

on . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

y

o

u

–

–

–

once

again

–

–

will

–

b

e

–

gone.

Reflection:  This poem is largely a reflection on an old romance. I wrote most of this poem by listening to the wonderful, haunting gem of a song “No End to Love” by Orlando Weeks which I played in the background at low volume to create the moodset and inspire the writing of the poem. So, if you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.