Body Or Soul

Body or Soul Too often, when looking back, when memories grip the mind and remind the heart of their sting while breathing life into the days that sing of when heart tempted heart and lip brushed lip. That once there was no fitting time for tears when the taste of despair began to cling to passion's pouring from the heart's wellspring, while love's cold debt lingered in arrears. Unreconciled yearnings of the past exhume the soul of the body whose charms reside in the glade where sylvan bells toll. I am not sad, because I see at last the folly of grasping at love with both arms, scarce knowing which is body and which soul.