I Was Old Before I Was Young Poem by guillermo veloso

I Was Old Before I Was Young



Dropped like a bull from the womb
Three steps from the tomb
An oak in the acorn / the fire in the wood
Waiting for a lover to find me
Across the years and towards a dawn where
A nervous sun rises to stand where moon has stood
To shine light on the gardenia’s wilted fragrance
To once again embrace as one in passion’s dance

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