This is just a nice poem about the fading memory of an old and lost love from childhood. It does not even need to a sexual encounter - just a love from childhood. He remembers her 'delicate - fine lines', the beauty in his memory, but this beauty is fading - it is a shadow (moonlight pines) - a half-heard conversation - a remembered story.
The vision is innocent; the relationship did not go anywhere; it was a love without progress - a love unrequited or even unrecognized by the 'child lover'. Her visage (her image) is still pressed against his mind's eye, and he can remember the hurt of not being able to realize this youthful love - like a poor design - it did not pass to completion. But the pain ebbs as with all things in time - it is fading, diappearing under the varnish of life experience.
So the sorrow of a lost love - silently disappears - unknown to all (but him). A Watermark on his life - everpresent - but unseen to all but him. Fading into his memory - but stil impacted by it's presence.
This is just a nice poem about the fading memory of an old and lost love from childhood. It does not even need to a sexual encounter - just a love from childhood. He remembers her 'delicate - fine lines', the beauty in his memory, but this beauty is fading - it is a shadow (moonlight pines) - a half-heard conversation - a remembered story.
The vision is innocent; the relationship did not go anywhere; it was a love without progress - a love unrequited or even unrecognized by the 'child lover'. Her visage (her image) is still pressed against his mind's eye, and he can remember the hurt of not being able to realize this youthful love - like a poor design - it did not pass to completion. But the pain ebbs as with all things in time - it is fading, diappearing under the varnish of life experience.
So the sorrow of a lost love - silently disappears - unknown to all (but him). A Watermark on his life - everpresent - but unseen to all but him. Fading into his memory - but stil impacted by it's presence.
Beautiful!