Place

She came in the Spring when I was just a youth.

A wandering soul with dreams and visions only I could behold.

I felt as if I could reach the clouds and once I almost did.

I can still remember that day, the sun’s rays caressing us as we sat down.

She smiled as the cumbersome Ducks swam from leagues around just to greet us.

Oh yes, it was a sight to behold as all Gods majesty lay before us.

I caressed her, she seemed to know and once again love’s arrow pierced our hearts.

We played, the ducks played, and together we became one.

Our lips touching in an embrace only fools would break.

Tell me why it had to cease?

Could it of been our youth, a foolish lot we were for only living was on our that special day.

This is a place that I sit alone as I feed the Ducks and remember that day.

I shall surely love again, where are you?