~
A bloom of love
loses the head
a minute an hour
grows old.
One small child,
both lost in the while,
the mind
a refuge for gold.
A new moon to slough
a cusp overhead –
Behold!
then Nothing unfolds.
El Dorado, Camerado,
down south Colorado,
even there
where a mystery enfolds.
One small child
can dream for a while,
be lucky to look back
when old,
and match the stars
with long lost crossed stars,
when love was too young
for the soul.
~
©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
10 September 2013 Revised 4 November 2013