Now and Then

By J Newton

Meet me in before.
Hold my hand in yesterday.
The innocence
of love
yet to be lived
and mourned.
 
Exploring dreams, ideals,
skin.
Blissful intensity;
sweet and musical
with sorrow
deep as rain.
 
Older;
souls weathered
but happy,
our now belongs to others.
Yet
now and then;
your voice caresses my memory;
your promise
vapourises the dusk.