Time Of Your Grandeur Life Poem by Anthony Fry

Are people minions of romantic opsimaths within,
chasing richness and maturing rather late in Life.

Memory of histories secret observations will emerge,
times present remembered lovelier at their own pace.

Strange exposed and close friendly relationships,
encountering things deep set in true earnest love.

Recollections of youthful glorious or new journeys,
silent saucy pedantic acts echo in glorious colour.

I desire to invade intimately with my greedy eyes,
seize and drink my fill like a triumphant huntsman.

Blowing an everlasting kiss towards my fair lover,
my strong tender thoughts fly swiftly on a breeze.

A pondering toddler whiles away time warbling,
happily humming rhythms and chanting a tune.

Little lord Fauntleroy's play dancing gleefully,
bright happy laughing in each others company.

Curious gay minds dreaming of magnificence,
glorious gains touching en-kindling little hearts.

Mirror crystal clear sky always twinkling bright,
suffused with honey bright yellow golden delicacies.

Loud gulls above pass squabbling like meteors,
flying in formation over our village church spire.

Lurking cool soft wind dancing over gold sand dunes,
kissing white sand and wrack bleached by sunlight.

One of many threshold pleasures in our short life.
Enjoy intoning first pursuit of our glorious love.