Nostalgia

Oasis of love— delight of my heart! Timidly, emerging from my memories… How am I to keep you with me? You belong to times, I no longer live; and no longer, am I the one you knew. You are like some magical dream, I keep slipping into, and out of it; We are two parallel lines, which sometimes, unpredictably, intersect in some intersection in this old town, which knows us so well… Where every street, building and garden, sea-breeze, carry the memory of our love… Where every emotion lived, persistently, is lurking around every corner. Then we rejoice for a while… We are growing old, you and I… This life, has taken so much from our dreams… And, should the day come: I shall know you are gone. May we live long: even in such agony; That I may hear from you, on that ethereal frequency… That you exist somewhere, close, breathing the same sunshine. We are both waiting for blossoming, in the garden of our souls; to flourish: even for a while, some spring delights in our hearts—agonised with so much love, and desperation.