Guarantee

I guarantee that once the trees my lawn
Is shaded by have lost their final leaves
We’ll love each other yes we’ll love and yawn
In late night times and hold our own beliefs
Each morning take yellow umbrellas to
The shops downtown and nestle in the cheeks
Of comfort clouds and let the drizzle through
Our windows just to taste it, after weeks
The spell of weather drying us is gone
And as your dresses twirl to fade and snow
Falls lightly dancing once again upon
Our memories the wind dies down although –
This was a dream I used to dream and hold
Until the sheets shrunk up and my bedside grew cold.

July 31