The wind blows wild and plays a song
I’d like to learn to hum along,
It isn’t hard to sing a tune
With words that rhyme like June and moon.
Such mirth it brings to wonder this
And to imagine youth’s first kiss,
I wish that I might be again
That girl I was away back when
The thrill of love and sweet romance
Could offer me a happy chance !
Now I have dreamt a dream or two
And spent a lifetime loving you
I’ve prayed and hoped we two would be
Together through eternity !
There is a joy the season brings
That dwells within rememberings
Of times long past and those to come
In this old world so worrisome.
What used to be our yesterdays
Have been recycled to todays
And we’ve recaptured our best chance
To feel again the warm romance.
The world that was, has disappeared
To be forgotten as we feared
Tis sad that time must runaway
To leave but hours to love and pray !
Oh Lancelot, dear Lancelot, where is it you have gone
What lost and lonely metaphor may we depend upon
Oh Lancelot, kind Lancelot, please help to make me smile
I would love to be a maiden for just a little while
And when my life is over and my fate has been resolved
I’d rise above the madness with no mystery unsolved !
Once was I thought that I would be
Some heroine in history
One must be brave and noble too
With sacrifice for quite a few !
It took so long to understand
That life’s not always great or grand
And sometimes it just pays to be
A simple sort with piety !
It’s strange the way dreams disappear
To leave us all quite baffled here
How much more fun if we could be
Included in God’s next story !
My heart recalls what used to be
And tugs on strings to set me free
Those days embraced so long ago
Remember love’s sweet afterglow.
While passions bound to yesterday
Whose memories have lost their way
Are moments that we cannot find
No matter how we chance rewind.
A breeze that drifts across the room
And harbors dreams that will not bloom
Are shadows of an old affair
That time alone may lose or share.
Oh, foolish dreamer, you lonely child,
They gave you a hope, and you ran wild
In fields of joy and gardens of laughter,
Simple girl, you forgot what comes after
The rain of a late summer’s discontent,
However much meaningful or well meant
He will return to the world of his past,
Deserting you first, remembering last
That you held his hand through the troubled days
And you kissed his tears, through your misted gaze,
But in their flight, most men are little boys,
And gentle girls become discarded toys.
Ah, Pierrot, what pale tear doth rest upon thy cheek
And lingers there while thou hast not the tongue to speak
To quell this agony within thy breast that swells
Not either strength to leave nor voice to thy love tell?
Hence thou dost act each night a role that hath no end
To veil thy life without one lover or one friend.
T’would be the love for whom you’ve pined yet been denied
Dost sense not hour , day nor year through which thou hast cried.
Thus as this force continued on in weary grief
Thou garnered not the halting grace it must to leave.
But made thyself a servant silent to her will
And like some mindless fool forever loved her still.
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.
Laughing lovers, holding hands, caressing,
Sharing dreams, mutual care expressing,
Youth and love hand in hand, walk beside me.
If love was dealt to me unkindly
Such a time remembering days long gone,
Left to build but faded memory upon.
Viewing you, aware of the weak façade
That veiled my own encountered brief charade.
Tender lovers, fear that insecurity possess,
Weeping dreamers, sobbing silently in sad distress,
Affairs that end when youth elusively has passed
Leaving us alone, reconciling shattered vows last,
Clasping hands, touching hearts, in time aging fears deny
Whispered promises, tomorrow’s heartache bid love goodbye.
There are two lying close together, sleeping side by side,
That warm sensation surging, like an elevated ride,
Pulsing, throbbing, yet they fearing nothing, all thought recede,
Caring, hoping, wanting, blending feeling with subtle need.
Awaken, turn to face each other, desire reaching out,
And touching, filling the void that compassion is about.
Put fantasy in motion while forsaking lustful pride,
One man, one woman, secret thoughts and visions to confide,
Gentle cravings, swaying, moving with manner not profaned
Between pleasure and lust, delicate balance thus contained,
Caressing with a passion not akin to tenderness
No time to doubt, or cause to labor their own happiness.
Leave, shackles of the past aside, peril lagging behind,
To defend the marvel of love that dwells not in the mind,
Like a foreign continent waiting sweet exploration,
Caution flown, let loving grow, although of short duration,
Call it lust, yet know that there is more to this emotion,
To smile, to touch, to share what may be discreet devotion.
There is so much to tell to you
I know not where to begin now,
Think only thoughts that can be true
For it will be alright somehow,
Some day, somewhere, I’ll come to you,
And we’ll begin where love did end,
Our ebbing love far stronger grew
As tears their strength did power lend.
Until that day once more we’ll meet,
The long and lonely years forgot,
While life shall seem so incomplete,
I beg of you, forget me not.
This deed of horror and outrage
Remember not that I have done,
As time will heal, all pain assuage,
That grief need not your luck forerun.
To you I’ve willed the hidden plague
That suffers man his whole life through,
I loved you more though manner vague,
Possessed of heart unfaltering true.
I cannot say the why of it,
I only know that time won’t fade
This ache which bides with me unfit,
My heart must walk in loveless shade
Until I share once more with you,
And through this dark and dreary cast
That to my dying day I’ll rue
I’ll need you most, forget you last.
The saddest dream, long gone astray
Would that it might be now undone,
These simple words my will convey,
As I loved you, love I your son.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 