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Date Posted: 05:48:46 02/03/01 Sat
Author: Rafaél
Subject: Drifting beyond Sunday


Drifting Beyond Sunday



Sandstone becomes worn with the passage of many feet,
moss clings beside lichens where walking has not,
ivy upon Jacobean masonry holding tendrils supports
each stretching towards escarpments rising skyward.

Archways once held secret loves whispering their voices,
deportment well learned by those privileged enough,
yes never prevented unfurling bustles openly inviting
corseted waists fineries draped with graces and airs.

Afternoon tea in the park with scones red strawberry jam,
cups held just so tipped demurely below eyelashes,
gazes of knowing paraded skilfully parasols shading
evenings fell secluding intentions of love after dark.

Tragedies from those torn apart wander into meandering,
years past, times changed wars won automaton grew,
only remainders envisage such hearts, filled canvases
painted images, placed in murals on crumbled walls.

Flowers still grow where a button hole once was a vase,
seated licking vanilla ice-cream, structured cheeks,
green eyes, flowing sienna locks stockings suspended
modern day’s new waves, her slender charms smile.

Yesterdays child began waiting in vain for expressions,
centuries gone growing wild in her ways sits alone,
dreams timeless in thoughts, carried losing no hope
pleasure when pleased, still has falling on one knee.






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