Past Sensibilité

Stay young, he once said, tossing her
slender body up in the air.
There were kisses, summer rhymes, caresses.
Descending in his strong arms, on a sea of anemones,
felt his Kiss, his lips … and Love.
Exuberance full strength.
Rapido Con Brio.
Ah Love, you only stay with Love,
To make Happy.
Like a Horn of Plenty, the Messenger’s Bag spills out a haze of Joy and Sad.
Memories lost and found.
The invisible wounds within,
suspended passions, simple desires
waiting to be revived, to be felt again,
to have a second chance, bending on hard cold ground never to return.
Souls are cleaving to reach…without hope.
The Rhythmical clock sounds out of breath.
His distant gaze reflects a Forest Burning..
Flames dancing in a young woman’s form,
calling erotic verses echoing his lust desire.
Faces light up for a moment of flash
to disappear In an ebony darkness.
His desire will fall on a cold marble bed on Time’s Call.
Doesn’t take much time for evil to stage.
The soul wants to Be, to feel the same touch in the young woman’s arms,
Deep in her arms, on her inviting softness..
breathing again her Love, Quiver that take his breath away.
But Everything still, only the sound of the rattling time.
Stillness is an invitation to death inside, nothing will be revived.
Hurting Stills.
This Life will be viewed behind a misty glass.. creating healing illusions.
Footsteps will echo through empty corridors of time…
Perhaps a little night’s music will bring a sliver of reality past..
sans prelude of herald melodies.
Time steals love… No ransom.
No living back the taken.
Time steals time.
In a spike of light she will see the first
wrinkles on his forehead.. her lost desire
in empty eyes.
Tonight let’s put away the Real!
Compassion in C minor will do in the new settings!
Time kills in time.
Life Heals in Time.
“I saw a shooting star! Good luck!”
BIZZZ!!! …….. LIFE IS ON!!!

Painting – Poetry, by SOPHIAFINE modern art