Night Ballade

When we were young and first at school,
we found ourselves that summer night
entwined, each grinning like a fool,
upon the couch in semi-light
leagues beyond adolescent fright
that wilted as our passions burned.
We lasted hardly a fortnight,
but then I might have never learned.

When I was young and you were cool,
I thought you beyond erudite
while you held court on your barstool
with what seemed to be keen insight
that set my naive heart in flight
beyond the moon, and then returned.
The sun dimmed you, no longer bright,
but then I might have never learned.

When I was old and turning cruel,
you rescued me from tutored spite,
showed me life was not a cesspool,
and banished fears I’d end in blight,
giving me a reason to fight
when you could then from me have turned.
You could have just ignored my plight,
but then I might have never learned.

Thanks to you for each sparkling jewel
for everything I’ve ever earned.
I might have rejected your rule,
but then I might have never learned.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s