Saturday, May 19, 2012

Eras Eros


I think we were lovers
Way back when,
But I like it now,
Every now and again,
And que sera, sera.

Loving you
Takes me to distant places,
Wakes the memory
Of pleasant faces,
And prodigy yet to come.

So no wishes for me
Of tomorrow’s play,
When I have eternal
Yesterday,
And the pulse
Of the future’s drum.

For lo, you are with me
On every page,
For the beginning of many
An ending age,
Everyday, sera, sera.

-jenn long

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