A Reverie

Ambling along paths of chance
Each a passer by
Thirsty, in the mid summer sun
Of our third seasons
Lone travelers – wanderers
Here - we pause
Just enough to take a sip or two
Of Hope – the quencher of thirsts
And for a while lie Together –
entwined in a joy of having known

Though this be a passing dream - a reverie
It lives
Cherish it, as I would too
And may be Some winter night of a lonesome cold
It will bring us warmth
Of a cool sheet
From a summer long gone.

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