winsome

i am not immune
to the winsome charm
of one conjured
out of memory
my whimsy to disarm
and long since passed
a ship that sailed
circling a port
without a pier
without a peer
and peering into the past
i find a laugh and smile here
in fantastical farce
from a face
fondly fixed in mind
from time and place
so far behind
that never sting
can wound me now
my awkward youth
has took its bow
and raised its head
surprised at who's
remained or fled
or then returned
& what once given
now seems earned