Those Things Once I Knew….the Spell
So long the spell,
those sensual notes of complicity,
when driven by passion’s flame
igniting circumstances and testing relationships,
when youth was an untainted bed of roses,
and love the fire of prose heart-felt,
I remember it well, thoughts so one-sided,
love’s rapture all there was, when I was young,
when life was a season of perfect health,
and nothing seemed to be a ramification,
just newness in wealth.
How raw that passion, the lust so profuse,
so tempting, never-ending,
and simple words just exploded in our minds,
a searing heat sublime, when we were young,
confounded by fickle girls and ringlet curls,
soft flesh and large brown eyes,
ever sending us in a whirl,
a touch like a thousand watt jolt,
kept us up at night, so mesmerized,
when we knew no better,
suckled from the breast of life.
Then as age dragged us to sense,
and responsibility showed us recompense,
we changed, but those feelings remained the same,
and clashes left us bruised and wanting,
lost love and bereavement
adjusting our brain, and soon it rearranged us,
that surging lust a cost we now considered,
as life just shaped our brain
to accept all manner of strife,
not just love but life itself a quandary,
a danger to a soul no longer invincible.
Then marriage and kids took over,
responsibility the owner of our souls,
a new world opens,
so gratifying but those feelings took a toll,
no longer could they demand our undivided attention,
and we discovered how weary one can get,
the life we so strive for,
the unmaking of our dreams,
for sacrifice it seems is obligatory,
a story I was no expecting,
or the waning of my needs.
I look in the mirror,
a face I hardly recognize,
I’m divorced, my children grown, grandchildren,
and who am I, this cycle I once relied
has taken a turn, what needs have exchanged,
what life has given in change, to rearrange my mind,
and the values I had now buried
in a vast cavern of past,
as I live a solitary life, apart from all I once held true,
just affectations I once new,
in the dark and misted beginnings of my life.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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One day it is just right there, the question: Now that all I once had is gone, and I am alone, who am I, really? So well penned this melancholy piece, and emotive. Have faith in thyself, Tony. Take care dear friend.
Glad you appreciated it Phyllis. Take care.