Wild Hunt

Till dies down the music in our ears Come let’s go back to the yesteryears To those beaches of youth’s wild hunt Run again with the wind and play truant. Come let’s go get one more hold On those duckback years that couldn’t make us old Fly with them to where we dreamed to reach The realm of youth’s sweated whiff adrift in saline beach. Come let’s go back and ride the breaking waves Dig out love’s fossil that our heart still craves Retrace our imprints etched on the sandy shore Till the music dies down and in our ears plays no more.