All That's Past

And still some nights you touch my dreams,
though all is done and past, it seems.
Yet, out of nothing– sheer surprise...
I wither when I see your eyes,
and all that I'd thought gone at last
assaults me, as if I had asked
to visit anguish once again,
return to how I suffered then.
 
And still you slip behind the veil
of sleep, a realm that's soft and frail,
and tangle into all that went
away, a grief that's through and spent.
And yet how fresh it seems from there,
that darkened place. So unaware
the sleeping heart, so feebly cast—
in dreams is bound to all that's past.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Ahmed Avatar
May 5, 2023 at 12:22 PM
as if I had asked to visit anguish once again, - we do ask again and again actually. dreams is bound to all that's past. - forever and always will be. Very Nice Poem.
Lillico  Avatar
March 19, 2023 at 8:16 PM
To all that Past that doesn’t last Its image, gaunt, remains to haunt.
Gondolf Avatar
February 27, 2023 at 2:45 AM
Some relationships are just hard to let go of even though we know better. A nicely written piece, Katharine.
Faulkner Avatar
January 23, 2023 at 7:47 PM
This is so beautiful, Katharine, I think we all feel the desire to return to a past temptation, even knowing how ultimately destructive it will be, think I will add this gem to my faves!
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