To need that love denied one now, so very much
Seeking the soft tenderness of that gentle touch
Caressing hands, the warming thrill of each embrace
Sweet memory hapless time refuses to erase
Now seeming gone, silent with fleetest wings away.
When was this time can it be only yesterday?
A yesterday fraught with shadows of this nightmare
That carried swift its agony of bleak despair,
Despairing love that weeps alone, the lonely years forget
And whisper wind of lovers’ trembling heart sad with regret,
Regretting dreams that only verge upon reality
Like fantasy that cannot mask its own finality.
Claire V. Bogdanos 