My Sunny Days of May

Where was I
when I was still
and you were kind?

Where were you
when the lights
went on

and we
were
t0o far apart to undo
or redo
any of it?

Where are
my sunny days of May?

Those days when life
was all out in front of me
all waiting to be lived

Every day free-er than the last
where are my sunny days of May?

Young enough to live and love and love to live
but old enough to feel and taste the lure of new power

no knowledge of naiveté
at least not outside a thick book

Oh to be sure of each step
no matter the reality

Oh on to my sunny days of May,
well past any chance of frost
and yet no wilting heat.

I long
to come around
again

to such swelling
of potential

or great wonder.

Oh come
my sunny days of May.