When my song becomes a whisper
and my brush holds no water
I will walk the hidden path
Between your house and mine.
You will tease me, telling me
I can’t grow old,
Only more beautiful.
I’ll snicker and your smile
Will tickle the threads of my soul.
We’ll laugh as the sun dips
One last time, hands bound,
Eyes locked,
Into the light together.
***
© Amanda Makepeace
NaPoWriMo 2012
Amanda Makepeace's Imagination Run Amok 
Very pretty. Reminds me of a last summer fling!
Thank you! 🙂
I REALLY LIKE THE LIGHT-NESS AND POSITIVITY of this poem!
“You will tease me, telling me
I can’t grow old,
Only more beautiful.
I’ll snicker and your smile
Will tickle the threads of my soul.”
Yes, I think this works nicely! Go you Amanda-panda! 😛
Aww! Thanks!! 🙂