Bronwen's Wedding Poem Poem by David McLansky

Could I step through
The mists of time
And call your name
While in your prime;
Slough off this skin
That's aged in brine,
And woo you with
My gentle rhymes;

No doubt that I
Would startle you,
You'd ask no doubt,
'Do I know you? '
And yet you'd hear
Within my lines,
The echo of
A love divine;

You'd smile
And look
At my young face,
And think my ardor
Out of place.

I'd look into
Your gentle smile,
Suggest we talk
And rest a while;
And we'd sit
Upon the fresh cut grass,
And forget the time
As time did pass;
Engrossed in smiles
And soft breathed words,
The sweetest sounds
You've ever heard.

But would the Gods
Of Mystic Climes
Call me back
To my own time;
You left alone
In fog and mist,
My shadow gone,
And so our tryst;

And when the sun
Dispelled the fog,
You'd sit alone
Within the quad,
Haunted by
My loving rhymes
And by a ghost
Displaced in Time.