Beyond the Past

How I long for the days
when our spirits flew high
o'er the ordinary everyday
as reaching out, we touched the sky

at one with each other
no past or future standing in between
yet now old feelings smother
every vision, every dream

and somehow love is turned into
an arrow piercing heart
Can we find again that love so true
and make another start?

beyond emotions of the past
that seem to override
desire for a love that lasts
or do we drift upon a tide

of no return
while this endless fire burns
so deep inside . . .


Copyright© 1999 Michaelette L. Romano
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