Like Skipping Hoprd Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There are places where we have been,
And to which the holiday horses have strayed, but it seems
Like a long time ago,
In a forgotten Christmas, in a forested glade:
It seems like eons ago, as in our sky we see the mausoleums of
Stars,
All the happy go lucky children dispersed into a peony of
Hibernating wombs;
And it seems as if we were all here, lucky and going to
College;
And even when the rain was falling, and maybe when the leaves
Were falling over her freckled
Shoulders,
Maybe you caught her for an instant with her bicycle propped like
A statuary,
Like a clairvoyant wanderer, like a hart at the edge of
The diabolic wood;
And she turned your way and shared your eyes;
And then the sun burst over the crypts that cast the stony hearts
Like skipping hopes across the sea
That would soon have a mouthful of her tears anyway;
And that was all that there was to say.