Du Temps Perdu (Poetry)

If I could travel anywhere, for one place I yearn
as a one-way destination —
I would choose the past — go back — return
without a moment’s hesitation.

The here and now is not for me — I find it cold —
it lacks the true sense of home.
There’s little comfort offered now I’m growing old
and nothing that I own

I value more than memory — those dear faces gone
and thought of so frequently...
That ache of loss goes on and on and on...
I would turn the clock back willingly

and journey to a time when days still promised hope
untouched by black despair
too naive for many doubts and confident I’d cope
with life — quite sure the world was fair.

Wisdom is a burden accompanied by grief —
it feels too much to bear —
it weighs me down and suffocates — killing all belief
until I find it hard to care.

Yet if I could somehow take that misty road not shown
on any map but in my head
I’d pack today and go by transport means unknown
back down time’s fraying thread...