Two Lovers Fresh….

Two Lovers Fresh…….

I watch two lovers in fresh embrace
through my installed double glazing
they seem too young for such desire
that all embracing consuming fire….
It warms me, innocently gazing

My border yields a single bloom
he plucks, with love uncaring
and offers up springs new born child
with heart of hope and passions wild
I watch, arthritis flaring

Yet scarce the beat of an aged heart
nor the flash of a dying star
separates me from he outside
nor she from my sweet bride….
Is yesteryear so very far?

For her I mourn most wistfully
my wife, my friend, my lover.
Her face I see in spring’s first flower
her voice in winter’s final shower….
how fortunate to love her

The radiator clanks and whines
and pants out breaths of steam.
It paints the glass with foggy hue
to swallow up the outside view
and terminate an old man’s dream

Written by Archie Wilson