A generous afternoon gave us
Tea and history,
Mystery, romance and war.
We remembered past visits,
Pictured the family line,
Of parents and their children’s children.
The sun returned in splendor after
But the wind blew through wasted staterooms,
And we, high above the court and ditch
Were sentinels of an empty stage,
Waiting to play our part
In rituals of courtly love.
And afterwards, I framed your face in tracery;
You launched a kiss towards me
And became another layer of history
Here, and in miniature somewhere in the cloud.