For that single red rose of hope remaining
whence once a bouquet flourished a romance of
nineteen seventy four...all but forsaken by the winter
solstices that have iced that redwood strength into being
an impassable ode to seek and find the footprints

Remembrances of that budding Spring
a place where we could sit through hours
of silly banter, all the while critiquing each
other on that very grassy knoll of how it would
be in the comfort of a lover's bed with green lights

If only we had planned for our latter years of closure
from that oh so innocent parting leaving now only the
wanting of your voice that may never come my way again
from those faulty oceans of cable tangled too far away

Only by faith do I hang on to the illusion if we but connect 
once again before the next winter's solstice arrives in that
solar alignment and yet to be repeated "Works and Days"
of Pandora's legacy forevermore albeit in twenty twelve

(c) Albeit in Pandora's Legacy
02January2012
Vivian L Dawson