Tender Dearest of the firefly nighttime

Please go to the dying embers of night.

No wanting nor wanning of the moon's sigh

Will make me move towards these dying love's light.

Those Places and People whose countless sounds

whirled through our harmonious silent time

Time whisked us to a place where softless grounds

moved through our feet like our love's  designs.

Time told us both to hold on to a gem

Which melted into our hearts, heatless cries

It rose and fell like a boat on the Thames

Then Time called to us and said with fine wine

"That gem is your forgotten love combined,

That will stand through your age and also Time."