Nitah Poem by Chris Zachariou

Once upon a time
when we were almost children…

Do you remember walking in the park?

You were warm and gentle like
a breeze blowing in the willows.
The lilies smiled and blushed
and the grand old trees weaved
their leaves to give us shelter.

I truly loved you then but youth
has no patience and is a fool to the world.
Life was beckoning and I closed
our book before it ever opened.

You asked, 'Why' and your tears
fell onto the lilies and the lilies wept.

Now this ancient poet's jaded voice calls
to you from across the bridge—my darling
one, we met two years too soon.