Under Thy Shadow - 03

Under whose shades My jovial youth, My dreamy evenings Turned into autumnal landscapes? The Tom in me stopped Running after the butterflies and Entered the land of Eros With Jerry's hand in hand? The golden figure Of maiden youth Was now surrounded with moons Enchanting and adorable, Erotic and obsolete, Charming yet fragile, Hiding the next moment Behind the clouds For causes unknown. Why did my heart Made a start To shimmer beyond Into snowy coolness With a single touch Of your palms on mine? It was you, my darling- Who molded My innocent eyes Into clouds euphoric And my childish dreams Into evanescent droplets of silver rain, In the ages following the day I met you on the bay.