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Can you tell me ...
Where have true hearts gone,
Bosoms that heave with thrums of passion and mystery?
Could it be these antediluvian eyes, shortening shadows ...
Daubing change and momentum with the dark shades of what was?
I yearn for a kindred soul, of that rare ilk ...
One I could offer up a word to in appreciation,
Who would need that word ONLY, to but swim my intent.
A breath of "moon" to such, would bring a dreamy sparkle to their eye,
The word "ocean" would conjure a tender smile and soft glint ...
To but whisper "kiss" would effect a sensing sigh,
And an immortal, faraway gaze of a depth unconquered.
I plunge every ephemeral eye that meets mine of late,
Yet that spark - that knowing, congeneric gleam - is not to be found.
Have the modern concerns drowned our fires?
Does this world spin too fast for those flames to light?
Oh, please say it is not so - that I am mistaken,
For it is the hope of finding it ...
That quickens my step ... and my heart.
Written and submitted on July 27, 2019
For the "Choose Your Own Title Volume 7, Songs - Any Form" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Sponsor.
* I used song number one (#1) "Bliss" by Alpha 9 - it brought these things to mind. *
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019