Juliette Auslander

they laugh, beam, play, bloom under the setting

sun. oh, such a close to a day lost to 

romping through the meadow and forest green,

bursting with merry life like them. i do

relive that dream again, much joy, i see

their eyes piercing yet warmer than fire,

hair soft like flowers pressed in spring by thee, 

when i was the only thing they desire,

and our arms wrapped ‘round each other tight.

to see you is to feel again. alas,

i miss thee more than diana’s moon bright 

but through her quickly passing rounds, remain

i will steadfast to thee, my love, and soon

we shall meet again at lovely high noon.