"A Sense Of Lust."
Withered times of happiness
Slipping, slowly, softly gone.
Joyful, hopeful, wakeful times
Of yesterday; passing by one by one.
Moving onward, downward like a yo-yo,
Never knowing what is real.
Precious moments of cherished thoughts, leave us with a sense of lust.
A mystery full of then and now,
Is only to be gone with time.
(2013)
copyright © 2012 Tara Donnelly
