We traveled back a moment,
a moment lost in time;
to gaze upon the misty hill,
where we once toiled with feelings
untold.
He lies between the reeds of grass
clad
in PJ's stripped
and marked,
while we for our part
stood stifled by the sight
we
embraced.
His face began to gather;
legs
crack
and eyes sink.
He was tall once,
when we knew him.
And in the distance
so near and yet far,
we heard the rattle,
of thunder.
Our eyes began to perspire
cloud
become distant
and alone.
&
when our sight
cleared,
in the grass so tall
and green,
we saw nothing,
but a memory.
Robert Allison
01/02/79