PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I am

therefore

I think

but Latin maxims

and Greek lust

overwhelm my system

and you, my dear,

remain in my thoughts

tough miles separate us

My fancy is

ignited by

visions of folly

and the splendor

of the moment

goes unshared

The misadventures

of the fools

is our course

all the sunsets

and moonlight walks

can not return

The past is past

and we are still

separated by geography

The spectre of

those things of past

shines unrequited love

and unrequired passion

is supposed to wane

but I’m not so sure it does