Late Night Flight
By tigerlilly
A few words on the phone… he said, “Pack a bag and travel light.” “I’ve booked a reservation for you on the next outgoing flight.” “I’ll meet you at the airport, we’ll travel then by car… to our final destination, you and me and my guitar.” He’d found strawberry wine… our kisses taste of long ago, And old sheet music that we shared, of songs that we both know. The words are graven in our hearts, like the love that’s not forgot… the world’s turned cold and weary, while memories are waxing hot. Same old cabin where we spent a week, one golden autumn of our life… before I found a husband, before he met his wife. The years rolled back in promise of one vignette so sweet… two kindred spirits strive to find this place of youth’s retreat. The burning logs upon the grate brought warmth, cut through the dark; but their heat could not compare with love’s rekindled spark. Mistakes, regrets and hurts forgotten, we danced with flames in firelight… each finding warmth and laughter, on one special frosty night.all comments and critiques welcomed Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 08:15 AM PST 0 • 8
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