(1) Time Runs Out Escaping Into Eternity

After walking through this world alone, I’ll write my poems sitting at a piano With votive candles lit, remembering everything, The summer dresses on an avenue of trees, The rhythmic sway of your feet through autumn leaves, The sadness in your brown eyes that brought you to me. Romantic melancholy is the only melody of my soul, Longing unfulfilled the only chords I know by heart, No dramatic crescendo just a silent fade, whisper-like, Into the midnight air of a lonely night. Impossible love has left me mesmerized, The perfume on a sweater you wore Lingers in a dream that never ceases, I can’t let go of my images of you, They will one day justify my existence In words that make old men and lovers cry. I hope you can perceive the enchanted poetry That I found in the movements of your hands, In your softest breath against a wineglass, I know, no man is worthy of a woman Until he has loved her above all others.