If I could live one day again, I'd choose that day so fair
Our walk among the jaded trees, in dappled shade, a blanket spread
You picked among the meadow grass the flowers for my hair
The earth was fresh with dampened grass, a tender flowered bed
With innocence and tender care, young love within our reach
Such longing eyes, your tender touch, like petals in the wind
The folded clothes, which lie nearby, no words between us said
We languished there beneath blue skies, and promised love began
But time moves on and days grow short, for springtime fades to gray
We're not so young, but still I long, although our autumn's here
With winter near, I feel your love, just as it was that day...
It warms my heart to be assured that love can last the years
Far back in time, with younger face,
Our future was untold
My dream awakes, I'm young inside, .....
When did we both grow old?
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I feel I'm strolling along you
pathways of see-through Maple trees
I hardly walk and I am sick...
You quiver like a leaf in currents...
I need you tumble with the time
From heavy winter - blossom of the trees
In winter's longing I just once
believed the color - a wild rose.
I feel myself strolling along you
with my own voice, with our steps
One deeply sigh - I will regret:
My lonely pathway was never Ours...
Written at age 17 translated now
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It all goes back to high school
Where we had a place we could call our own
We discovered ourselves there
And had our group of friends
That longing doesn't go away as we close the door
Knowing it will never be the same
Yet having high hopes that it will
We've found friends to make our spirituality grow
We gave our lover over to another
The hurt grows strong within us
Wanting to love what we left in the world
voices telling us it's not that bad
Deceiving words try to lure us
Being tricked into their customs
You don't see it when you're in it
But when you go back and look
It hurts even more
People telling you how much you've changed
And how much they missed the old you
But you need to remember why you've chosen this path and where it will lead
I've gone through these feelings too
I hurt just like you
It lessens year by year
We're on in the same
We're just 3 years apart
My heart like a green leaf drank deep of the sun
And was never satisfied, but ever in the wind dance
Like a schizophrenic child, hungry for more fun.
I yearn unending for fresh love and lintless romance
Something without dusk, and a chasm to groan
The anticipation of another dawn,
The longing for the comfort gone,
The emptiness outside the soul
Void of fleece, void of mythic gold
For everything I loved seemed always but a loan.
No voyage through the dripping wet of morning trees
To find the source of song with painstaking eye
Or shiver in the palm of a gentle gushing breeze
Can quite the desire so innate, appease or satisfy
Was it something steroid in my mother's blood
Or something in my ancestral spirit
That claim these fragments, sand spit
And bar, but cannot love them same
As the naked dances round the flame
Too shallow here silvern salt within the mud.
Some where in the world
There is a tree
A custard apple tree
Do you remember
And do you wait there still?
Do you sit and stare
And spin in your swing
Beneath the shadow of the hill
With presence bare
And longing still?
We were young, and I
So innocent I was
And did not know
Why happiness was only
In your happy company
We held hands to walk
And I believed tomorrow
Was the only substance of today
And kept my longing in my sorrow
And kept our passion in delay
But somewhere in the world now
Wherever comes the memory
Can toll again the beaded vow
Or is love but history
A picture swinging under a tree?
If I could fall into a memories arms
And rest in the remembrance of time
Reminisce in your eyes and simplistic sighs
From your longing heart they come
Perfection abroad from a shallow abyss
A memoirs author drawn to your kiss
I’d be swept away by the confusion of strife
As I fall into the arms of a once forbidden life
Funny how a fickle heart works:
always pining for what was then
and loving to hate this moment,
oft returning to way back when.
Regretful of all that are gone,
dismissive of the present day,
it cannot wait to get past now
rushing forward to get away.
But wait until tomorrow comes
when today is a faded memory,
heart will pause foolishly longing
for that it cursed just yesterday!