Ilya Shambat Poet Iambic Pentameter

Every Yesterday

You were the sugar in my Lipton tea,

You were my exaltation and delight

Like April blossoms on a cherry tree

You made new life from water and sun's light.


I came to you and played inside your shade

And in your soft and gentle aura bathed

I sang to you a starlight serenade

And underneath your leaves my soul misplaced.


I left it there, and it is there still

But I got lost and can find you no more,

Was it the inspiration? Was it will?

I'm shorn of everything that I adore.


I saw in you the energy of love

And everything that's holy and divine,

And I can't say "my darling one" enough:

You were more tasty than the vintage wine.


Now I will never hold your hands again

Or press my lips to you or touch your heart,

I'll write you many poems, all in vain,

And we are many, many miles apart,


My soul is lost - where will it reappear?

I cannot find it - will you help me please?

Will you remember me or shed a tear

As I am calling you among the trees?


You lift, alight, become airborne and fly

And lift my soul where it would never go,

And as I look at you and ask you why

You only answer me, I told you so.


But what, alas? I'm gazing from afar

And maybe it is better off this way

For you, by now, have become a star

And I now dream of every yesterday.

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