By Cessie©
Date: 22 December 1997

THIS MOOD....

Shadow-Love and Shadow-Kisses,
Life of shadows, wondrous strange!
Shall all hours be like this is,
Silly Darling, safe from change?

All things that we clasp and cherish,
Pass like dreams we may not keep.
Human hearts forget and perish.
Human eyes must fall asleep.

This Mood . . . one of many . . . .
The Past . . . I haven't any . . . .
I came . . . I will go . . . .
Feelings and emotions grow . . . .

A Future . . . yet to be . . . .
This Present . . . a part of me . . . .
Seeing, listening, learning all,
Experiences behind me fall.

Delta of our minds...we gather
All our works, we bind and tether;
leaving the Future what we have been,
we bless ourselves and hide our sins.

Sweet Darling, that we might love again.