down the shadow lane

Down the shadow lane
You remain still
Remains hope and laughter
And those hands
To hold
Each other
To beckon and to build
A home of boredom
For melancholy and seclusion…

Remains lust, hysteria
Some silver potteries of clay
To collect fresh crop and water
Of far off creative intimacy!

Love often creates the shadow
Of love and of mutual pain
Upon the green,
Upon the white

Down the shadow lane
Remains the feel
Of togetherness,
Of eves
To behold…