Anything is Possible (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde)

Anything is possible, though not anon
     When fireflies emerge from out of dark
     Or morning sneaks up as a lark
But now, before our wild world is gone.

Sweet watermelon kisses I bestowed
     On finely boned ringed fingertips
     Met luscious citrus scented lips
'neath sunset skies so soft aglow

Miles apart though we may be
     Your skin still calls my tumbling heart
     Connecting us as at the start
The memories of caress and sea

The salt spray still upon me lies
     I long your treasures to unfold
     Yes yet one moment more of gold
 Your face still lives behind my eyes

You dance in grand rooms in your gown
     Twirl thrice with men you haven't known
     Forget how once you were my own
I tip a brew, on knees fall down

Anything is possible, yourself you said
     This lying breathless in my arms
      I never guessed I'd lose your charms
When summer's leaves fell brown and dead

Return to me, my ship divine
     I'll ne'er cast out from my small berth
     Won't step once more upon the earth
Without your soul wrapped into mine