Feasting on the Fruit of My Heart's Desire
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes.
William Butler Yeats
There were notions gathered inside my head;
a wanderlust of flames that would not be denied.
From within my mind the need of love was bred
and burned in tongues of fire that torched a hole
inside my heart and seared the veins of my soul.
I sought the finest wine to quench my thirst,
a thirst to be sated when she'd stand at my side.
I climbed heathered hills; crossed Ireland's streams
Down twisting paths I ambled, taking wrong turns
until I found the enchanting vision in my dreams.
I feasted on the fruit of my heart's desire
but too soon she slipped from my arms.
Left behind were her vespers in passion's embers,
and fading echoes of her whispered words.
Time rushed through years like sifting sand
but the fire she kindled has not died.
I remember the gentle touch of her hand,
and sweet moments of devotion we stole.
Now, with feeble steps I remain in pursuit,
for love's flame still burns within my soul.
An interpretation of ''The Song of Wandering Aengus,"
by William Butler Yeats.
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2018
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