Moonlight

the days of childhood in the moonlight......days of glory

 

Your voice to my youth still calls,

As to your paradise we all escaped,

where time was not of a moments sense,

In that golden jewel of glory light.

 

We played we laughed we cried a chorus,

As our wills to your fields descended,

And your smile to our hearts ascended,

These days of yonder all to ponder.....

 

But now in my years of growth,

Where the bowels of you is ever so clever,

I yearn not to rekindle this mother,

For her veins though not younger,

Is safe in my memory's chamber,

 

And so I smile....

Author's Note

oh glorious days of child-hood... on a tropical island