the dappled rosebud path

pursue the dappled rosebud path
the shady pond of barren bird
tell me nothing but your sweet word

that it’s not over
stroll in clover
the nights are colder
not curse the candor
we built in splendor
in timeless hours of the ardor

grabbing hold of decadence only absence wreck
continuum-faster leaving anyone for freedom is the medium

your cheekbones
chiseled as a David
remembered the creamy complexion your gaunt cheeks
faint blush in morning mist
I miss the hearty hug
the baby’s breath kiss

devout pout that laughs out loud upon a pretty face as this
the road is long I long for
God to help me find my way

back to
the dappled rosebud path
where first love felt of Spring.