Time after Time
As toward the shoreline of this
summer lake.
A rower toiling solitary onward
looks back to find her former
life receded, indistinct.
A smear of colors and an echo
over water.
So the woman seeks to recall
her first love and her second.
When love was young she feared
it's strength must derive from
a sweet and silver poison.
How could her heart be true
if she never understood the force
that worked upon her and within?
Her passion was always the person
she demanded to be.
She followed where long love
has taken her.
Out upon this lonesome water
where the day-moon lays down
it's reflection like a poker chip
in desperate wager against the
past and the view less future.
