Fifty Years On
night, when I retire to bed
Upon your pillow
I see your dear head.
defenceless, breathing soft and calm,
To me your image
seems a sort of balm,
It fills my heart
with love and sometimes sadness
If we have been
at odds, in foolish madness.
gentle lamplight's pearly glow
lose their age and seem to grow
Back to the girl
I wooed and finally married.
The one who
shared my burdens and who carried
Our only child;
our fortune's pawn and loving pride,
The one on whom
our hopes and futures ride.
Despite the cares
and pains that make it hard to cope
I still delight
in loving you and hope
You love me too,
with body and with soul,
that I cannot control.
So at this time
when life's a helter-skelter
other's arms let's always shelter.
ashes I had thought long dead
in my heart once more and flames to light.
unstoppable, the bitter-sweetness of unspoken love.
No wish have I to
halt the onslaught of its tide,
I am just
flotsam, quite engulfed within the wave,
wonder, wanting none to save me from its might.
Shall I pursue
the object of my heart's desire?
Can I still dream
romantic dreams and yearn for wondrous nights?
Or should I seek
to purge my mind of your sweet face and rise above
passionate and tender carnal side?
There still is
one whose faithfulness and love may save
Me from my
weakness and return me to the path of right.
rebirth, cool and clear within my head
Shows me my way,
denying self, and girding me for flight.
I must not stay
within temptation's sphere, fly like a dove
And seek familiar
cotes wherein to safely bide.
Yet still sweet
memory overcomes and makes me crave
That which I
shunned; the wonder of new love and such delight.