An Ode to Ruskin Bond

One of my all time favorites --

(Poem #1364) It Isn't Time That's Passing

 Remember the long ago when we lay together
 In a pain of tenderness and counted
 Our dreams: long summer afternoons
 When the whistling-thrush released
 A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;
 Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,
 Black rose in the long ago summer,
 This was your song:
 It isn't time that's passing by,
 It is you and I.

-- Ruskin Bond