*For the time gone we pine
To once there be back again
Drink that plane’s nectarous wine
Under the sky of powdered rain!
Still isn’t ripe under blackberry tree
The child’s innocence its dreams starry
Lies there dormant the unserved need
In morning dew buried in ****
Where has gone that lived in space
Shining bright in summers’ recess
The doleful noons in imagined voyage
On painted seas sans anchorage!
Why it’s so we live in past
With it obsessed in longing lust
The mind of now feels painful numb
Present seems void yawning vacuum!*
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
*For the time gone we pine
To once there be back again
Drink that plane’s nectarous wine
Under the sky of powdered rain!
Still isn’t ripe under blackberry tree
The child’s innocence its dreams starry
Lies there dormant the unserved need
In morning dew buried in ****
Where has gone that lived in space
Shining bright in summers’ recess
The doleful noons in imagined voyage
On painted seas sans anchorage!
Why it’s so we live in past
With it obsessed in longing lust
The mind of now feels painful numb
Present seems void yawning vacuum!*
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