"The Twilight Tryst" by andrew e. reid, 1980
Through the autumn breeze I sat;
thinking about her in lazy merriment,,,
I thought in fact we were to meet here-
to nestle up together with the fallen leaves,
as to continue our patter from the day before.
I now harbor over this little fire I put together;
how I felt secure as we first found this place
When no one would come to disturb us-
taking in together the musty air,
as we cluttered ourselves with concerns
not pressing enough.
From then out of the broken dreams
flew this blue jay; spattering about us
all the while on happiness I guess,
before flying off...
At a loss for me now to find a new friend to cuddle
for listening to time pass by I realize
how fortunate I must be,
but i tremble at the very sounds i would laugh to.
