I remember that poem.
it was so very long ago
I think this misty rain
brought its memory back.
I was walking
in the olive greens of the park
then a beautiful poem
fell from the clouds.
The most beautiful poem

I search the park this night
I call out his name softly
Poem Poem
Come back to me.
Then my poem appears
still beautiful.
still with soft spoken words.
So tender this poem.
The poem asked me to take
It back to my fireside
Where it unfastened my blouse
Whispering its soft hypnotic rhymes.
Words I had not heard since forever.

Then from outside the window
I saw the poem making love to me.
So tender and beautiful.

When he had finished
reciting its love poem.
We lay by the firelight
drinking wine
and spoke
of commitment.
A house full of forever's.
Homes and children
and other untruths.