Desire

 

“I was ill last night. I could not sleep,” he said

the shock in her eyes, the urge in her body

she wishes she could act

with a concerned query

or a loving embrace

but little should be said

little should be done

for it is one thing to feel love

and quite another, to express it

the eyes express it

but the lips

they are bound

at times by age

at times by people

at times by conscience

the love lives as a hope

as a tear that flows from the eye

before one falls asleep, alone, again

and the dark night wipes it away

like many other impossible dreams

if only they could say, “I love you. I want to spend my life with you.”

the pangs of the world would fade away

the emptiness of the heart would be filled

living would be consummated

that is but an impossible dream

a hope from the days of youth

a desire from the moments of innocence

when unguarded, uninhibited, without a care they were

real life it isn’t…

the eyes are still eager

the body still keen

the dark night will wipe away the lonesome tear

and life will flow on

for not all buds in the garden were meant to bloom

 

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~ by tdcatss on September 19, 2011.

2 Responses to “Desire”

  1. Kaif . . .excellent! As wonderful as those you translate! And the ending was perfect. Thank you for sharing and blessing us. Now . . .go submit it for publication. :)

  2. thank you debbie! i think you are overestimating me a bit with the suggestion for publication :)

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