Naeve Three

You used to be fine, to drink for fun, a laugh bigger than wine, no need for tea, humour lachrymose, jokes your repartee, now that you find, hearing water run, after the wind, is rain start to cease, stuff carries on, with that certainty, to speak when it’s right, never one to lump, what keeps for a while, until it is steeped, hidden from the sun, lost to our dreams, where is the line, the love that runs, bathed in time, to all that is gone?