Hopeless Perpetual Poem by Barry Van Asten

I wandered through your gentle craft
In the twilight of remembered things.
Yet behind the veil of loneliness
An infernal beauty brings
A strange, destructive force within,
That in our hearts will stay.

You read Kafka in your musical Spanish
And each fearful shadow rolled away
As the sun poured in at the window.

We fanned our faces in the heat;
Your head resting on my shoulder,
Yet still our hopeless lips could not meet.

Trapped in the meteor silence of the bed,
I looked deep into your haunted eyes
And saw dark regions passing in Spain
That looked on where the sea-world cries.

But the night had left it's magic still,
Till the day brought with it stupid things:
Your painted toe nails in the sun,
And my foolish heart that always clings
To the embers of that first encounter,

Manipulated by memory;
That great mystery of age, worlds between us -
Lost to you and lost to me.