Passed Poem by Mark Richardson

You took my hand and we danced the moonlight
You made the moment
You shook the luck, as I wink the intention

23 and cares laid bare, a youth to pursue
Though wisdom taken has a price
Wise is my size, even I surprise
You fly as I count through the days

33 and still you marinate, profess an aura
Danger still swims in the stranger that stands before
You lost the most, in your every gain

Insecurity can join the call, and move you on
I’ll watch for you, no beckoned hand
No stand, no master plan
I understand

63 and we are we
And all that passed is past
A loving kiss, I bestow