Elemental Memory

As my gaze reflects in the waves of my past,
I am drawn to a certain pool of smiles.
In a time when boys bathed in mischief
Thinking themselves princes in style.

I remember when the petals bloomed
The budding lilacs and carnations green
Wrapped us in a stimulating sheath,
Tasting the apples pleasure unseen.

Burning in our passion, our glorious light,
My prince was so warm, so proud, so coy.
This Sun of Man invoked my paradise,
We relished in such blazing joy.

But now, far off, time has blown,
The memory of a God once swift,
And cold alone, with a tear and a sigh,
I take flight, so frail, a fading wisp.