let love linger while it may 
then die so gently 
like a great grey seagul 
here today and later gone 
to where its wingdreams are reborn

love seldom sings forever 
but only now and then 
and sometime ages pass 
before its whirling winds return 
to catch us in their dizzy grasp

like leaves that linger through the night 
of autums come 
and summers going father south 
so our souls are winter bound 
to sleep apart and then perhaps 
unite again one day

like sunlight surely 
is a certainty that mends our wounds 
and drains the old blood from our dreams 
to our our new ones better wings


© Arenson Paul 2016