THE SPELL OF TIME

And there were no more leagues to leave behind

When I first saw the spell of time subside

In the rough rush of happy crowds and touts.

Then you immersed me in your rising tide.

Arrived, we dived into the warm waters

Where mermaids scaled shimmering sunlight’s shafts,

And shellfish shined in pastel pearl parades,

While we conversed in secret codes and laughs.

The days flew by like sea birds seeking feasts,

Sweet nights almost wasted and dogged by dreams,

And yet our hours could be lazy phases,

Each minute stretched and stitchless at its seams.

Now I pray months of wait and hope contract

And ages pass so future leaps to fact.