We were the youngest of lovers
Crossing the threshold of desire
Impatient and heated
Souls burning with the fires of youth
Bathing in the sureness of immortality
I shook my fists at the world
Then hid inside you for refuge
Sanctuary from an uncaring world
Now I am ancient
Shadows of crosses dull my eyes
So many years have slid past
Since first we touched each other’s hearts
Our young love still consumes my thoughts
Fills my passions
As if it were but yesterday
A lot of people are like a soft summer rain. They blow into your life and everything is refreshing and exciting. But eventually the clouds move on and you are left wet and miserable.
36 years have gone by way to fast
I built relationships I thought would last
It’s retirement day and I finally understand
I mean no more to them than the corner trash can
Winter in that city ripped the warmth from my soul.
All those faceless people with frozen hearts and minds,
Alive but not living, pushing… rushing…struggling
Like rats scuttling in and out of nameless places
Life there was for dreamers and only the young have
Any dreams left to give. There’s no inspiration
There for a man too old for imagination.
Not there among all those hurried, screaming masses
The stone is set
My die has been cast
What the future brings
Will slide into the past
No amount of want
Will ever make it stay
It will fade to memories
Of yesterday
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