Dream of Love

We dream of things we remember, and so it is not unreasonable to dream of past loves. The question is – do we welcome such dreams or do we become depressed by them? Do we cherish what we had once or do we cultivate bitterness over its loss?

Why do I dream about you even now,

When time awaits the woeful turn of tide,

And hindsight is a burden on the brow,

Behind which sensate memories abide?

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How sweet to hold and touch you as I did,

When youth was roused and wakened in the night,

With inhibitions stowed away and hid,

And passions round each other in the light.

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Oh, helpless do I feel beside you still,

Enrapt and mesmerized with beauty’s glow,

And star-lit eyes that enervate the will –

Would that this current evermore could flow.

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In dreams I keep alive the essence of

The you of time that once I knew with love.

r. nuñez, 7/2016