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 –


    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


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