Before the fall
And so to soft September
warm days and cool nights
slow wintering of the soul
and time the custodian
of our fractured memories
of our kisses
Here were mountains
here was sea
a sandy beach lapped
by white-laced waves
here we loved our life away
to the chatter of parrots
high up in the palms
life feeding upon life
the frigate birds
back and forth
scouring the ocean
for food
And all that fades
as footsteps fade
across Brooklyn Bridge
one place to another
from time to time
and love a survivor
or so we hope
stubbornly
John Lyons