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touched by time
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Hyacinth garden beautiful laughter makes spring green
to honor the arpent musing air shall we open each window
expressed to my evident eye that she is my May Queen
with lenience idolized from the familiar zephyr’s quid pro quo
those Shakespeare poems of summer moments on a center stage
sunshine and blue sky in a climax like slivers of a dream
all of the sounds were in the years my yearning words written on the page
still I recall past imageries of enchantment touched by times ripple in a stream
where summers pace too soon to erase onto another time and place
backward rush sweet joyful voice now time sadly reminds me that one can only contemplate
essential to my beating heart the leaves falling behind color so high you can only face
these cycles of life within happiness and strife while the clock’s tick continues to berate
less than warm those cold winds blow onto morose winters
that those winds called to me last night, telling no color in remote distance
iced hand in an older man frosted pensive breath splinters
and life becomes impaired leaving behind the burning summers of my past essence
