Love Traces On Senior Faces

                   "Love Traces On Senior Faces"


Will I never leave the recesses of your mind, as I've been told?
Nor, will you cease cosmic whispers into my heart's ear?
I heard you claim I forever tug the shirt-tails of your soul,
Old memories linger as moon dust, settled from yesteryear.

No longer standing in ebony shadows of secret alcoves,
Long gone the steamy embraces; never again to be kissed.
Distance and decades found us other treasure troves.
Relevant time now seeks what we knew and sadly missed.

One alabaster moon watched over us in our separate places.
Same lunar light tonight traces past love on our senior faces.