Strength of Time in Sad Tone
In a sunlit room, sitting alone, wondering,
where to go, where this leads, what time,
while spring suggests to everyone we are alive,
are there any assurances we will ever be the same.
A powerful throng of medley stands behind,
I listen to the heart inside a dream, a melody
sings to me in tears another ballad forgotten,
or shall memory in its certainty remind me of love.
I sit alone and a familiar energy encompasses
my everything, my world, my desire … such is
passion when the soul can ache for someone,
she, who would define my ever lovely fantasy.
When toward a reality we did travel in summer,
I in her hands and she in mine together smiles,
oh so is the contrast when the brilliance around me
is only to be a shadow belonging to another time.
Is it in the wisps of our nostalgia, the beauty of then,
that we hold onto, waiting for that next delightful breeze.