Come Love

Come love, old love, and burn in me once more.
Drive out the tattered shadows of old age,
for I have met a woman I adore.

Can I break free again, again explore,
unlock the door, and step outside the cage?
Come love, old love, and burn in me once more.

A dancing light – dream-quick as never before –
claims half the sky, invites me to engage –
for I have met a woman I adore.

What of my work? What of my words’ rich store?
A thousand poems tell me to turn the page.
Come love, old love, and burn in me once more.

A flame leaps at me. I cannot ignore
a flowering mayhem that would soar and rage,
for I have met a woman I adore.

A searching young original takes the floor,
a serious zany darling holds the stage.
Come love, old love, and burn in me once more,
for I have met a woman I adore.