Cyndi K. Gacosta
Passing A Young Woman With The Flowery Scent - Poem by Cyndi K. Gacosta
Lady, pretty lady, delicate and sweet
I wear your fragrant memory, like a spray of mignonette.
Yes, my love, I think about you.
When all the world was younger,
We’d break the city’s unfeeling clutch.
When summer used to linger,
We’d build a little bungalow.
When I was but a little thing of two, or maybe three,
We’d dance, with grapes in our wind-tossed hair.
Hand in hand, we ran through the Autumn forest, where
The sun shines fair, and the sun shines true
Sweeter your laugh than trill of lark at dawn.
You’d think with all the age and sense
You’ll be returning, one day.
And shall we build a little nest?
All sullen blares the wintry blast, and
still we’re groggy from the blow!
Slowly the roses droop and die
Ah, no, I dare not lose myself in dreams.
Think of the things that can never come true
- This child of curious tendencies.
Sad the matter of which I speak,
I don’t know what her name is, for you see we’ve never met.
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