I Am Only Memories Now

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I Am Only Memories Now

 

Waiting
For such warm joy
As brings the clear blue skies
Of Spring
When we, the remembering, no longer
Have to hunker ourselves down
Through bleak grey
Winter.

Yesterday – warm Sun
A sea-side bench
As weekend tourists
Passed:
Such warmth for such a while
That all living became
Nexion of sky, sea, Sun and sand
There
To foster such knowing
As  suffering
Piled thousand year upon thousand year
So that escaping rain made tears
There where one man of greying beard and hair
Rested.

But vigorously endures Temptation –
That already-decided daughter of unbearable Misfortune.
And all remedies are in vain.

For I am only memories now –
Life
Waiting
For one more supposed begin
Imagined beyond
This one more mortal
Death.

 

David Myatt
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