Yearn For the Distant

The yesteryears have been blown away into a distant past But no dust has covered it and no moss has grown over it The heart checks in its return flight of vivid moments still fresh Life then was full of hopes, unexplored dreams, and enthused with ambitions The present wasn't of so much of importance as looking into the mystifying future was With vivacity the youthful heart kept unlocking one door after another I had no idea what was behind the shut door but the curiosity goaded me on I now overview the opened doors but eyes hunt for the keys of the next locked door Nothing has changed except that the parchment I'm wearing has grown older The irrepressible heart forgets the present instead goes numb and moist at the past We swim between the sentimental perished years and the imagined cherishing future It is the present that has remained vulnerable, aloof and distant from being celebrated Ironically what has gone out of hand and what is not in our hands holds us spell bound June 11, 2016 For John Lawless