The foaming sea of memories
swashing on the
hot beach of my heart,
carrying infinite illusions
on the muleback,
Her beauty’s fireworks keeping alive
the youthful torrents of love
even in a greying head,
Caught in the throbs of love and longing,
Mired in endless suffocating tedium
following the ephemeral splendor,
sumptuous ceremonies
and celebrations of fresh love,
here I plod like a luckless ass
sinking into the quicksands of pain.
Aah, the barbarous vacillations of time!
My persona mined with pain
born of the love that was lost,
Misery pulling me with abominable longing,
I walk with faltering strides,
She is still there
as a mirage on the burning sands,
Smiling, drawing me further
into the barren innards of the desert,
where there is no water,
hope, flower or trees,
This is the cost
she still demands for our shared past.
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