Some Little Thoughts
by Raymonde Sacklyn
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And love: Where
have you gone?
Where is the lust of years fading?
What happened to the sap, now, no longer freely flowing?
Where are those balmy days of summer’s wind, rain and sun?
Where is my love? What happened at Nature’s door?
Please open it for I long for you:
This I implore!
Come to me; be one with me;
Deliver me;
And, make us, as one.
Time robs: Too
quickly the years fly.
The mind, willing; the body, unfulfilling;
The old look upon the young with yearning;
The burning at my member
Still sparks, but embers of yesteryear’s fire
No longer warm those parts
To make for ardent desire.
And, so I cry: Where is the love I covet?
Where is my dearest? Be nearest to me for, in my mind,
I still remember.
Love: Will it
never again be mine?
Shall I, like the mime, stand motionless,
Unfeeling, tragically becalmed and numb?
The mind recalls, but the body, no longer can redeem
The pace of youth, when truth stood tall
And was the fulfillment of passions spent,
And love was all:
Ever-encompassing, all-enveloping, never-tiring.
Bring back that time! Make it, once again, mine!
Ah! Yesterday’s dream!