Denied Passions
Reflections and realities
The Wise
Have no business
With the passions of children.
But the heart burns and a wilderness
Blooms—
Nonetheless.
Never imagined
Gold in silver years,
Or silver and golden tears,
After lives long lived,
When one should sit and ponder.
A wild urge to sail away
Toward shores of new horizons,
Unbound by weight of time,
To shed the baggage carried—
And the well rooted castles of life
That time has built and weathered.
Save for these luminous souls,
Forged into our being—
The gravity of a world.
Desperate for protection,
Desperate for perfection,
Or simply to live in balance.
Passions can only be
Happily never after.
As dawn drifts into dusk—
And I wonder
How many times again we’ll meet
Before our suns set and we are left in shadow.
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