Willing

I am still willing if you are able
to be.
this is altogether obvious
yet,
why tread so lightly around these emotional epiphanies
I haven't a clue
which brings me back to years long past
and I may have to admit
and analyze
why I continue this springtime addiction,
the world was so much younger then
our innocence gleaned from those romantic dreams
of endless possibilities
uncharted realms
that together we would conquer,
oh! love was the answer
alone.
if we only had love, nothing was impossible
our fresh and guileless minds knew of nothing asunder
we walked, hand in heart toward our promising horizon
waiting.
gleaming,
calling to us
with melodies sweet from the soul
such tender harmonies
angels cried.
I was once willing, wasn't I?

(ajs.10.16.08)