To remember love’s deep and unbending hold
Is more an effort now, but since I can sometimes rise to
Its glorious sun on those rare and lovely mornings
I am content to recall all that was the best of us
And smile.

We once stirred the fires of Mauna Loa;
That torrid flow of red and orange flame
Which kept us awake until the fingers
Of tomorrow’s light sent us meekly, weakly,
Off to bed.

There to dream, perhaps, and still contemplate
That what brought us together was more
Than the sum of our needs or desires;
That in the conversations which for hours reigned
There was the deepest kind of affection
And it took gaudy and audacious flight

It is that which binds us now
And evokes the warmest smiles
No seething volcano of passion
Ever truly emulated. We were
That, but in our words, strong and
Lasting, now and then, was the true and lovely flame.

08/22/2016

Author's Note: A bit late, M, but here it is...

Posted on 08/22/2016
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