Loves Flies Eternal

once fleet of foot these paired feet two no longer fly and silver steps are measured in minutes as time whistles by humming the same old tune that touched us so long, long ago when only radios played our songs and films reeled black and white writing wild fantasies of adventure and romance into pubescent minds sowing funflower seeds on virgin fields of dreams… and fun we reaped in tons and heaps back when we were fleet of foot dashing through days and dough as though they would never end… but end they did… and as we swing into life’s twilight zone hands intertwined in a union everlasting clinging to fleeting branches of our memory tree, know that the die is cast and though fleet feet never last true love flies eternal…. ~ P